The Other Half

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My surroundings are engulfed in complete darkness. I don't know where I am, or if I'm even alive. I'm drowning in the emptiness. I see nothing except for a door. The door seems to illuminate against the black-hole-like gloom of everything else.  While admiring the unique door, a ringing in my head begins. The door intrigues me more and more with each passing second as if it's drawing me towards it without my realization. There is a sort of deep, enigmatic connection between the mystery of the door and myself. As I walk towards the door, the ringing in my head subtlely grows louder. As I get so close that my nose nearly touches the wood, the ringing stops for a moment. Time comes to a halt in anticipation of what lies behind this force. Without moving any part of my body, the door creaks open by itself, inviting me to enter. An intrusive darkness drowns out all of my senses until all that is left is an intense feeling that there was someone in the room. 

The further into the room I move, the more the ringing bellows. I stared into the emptiness as objects start coming in to view. I came to the realization that this was my room when I was a child. I could vaguely recognize general objects, like the bed in the corner to my right, and a bookshelf across from the bed. While all these masses were normal, I could roughly see an unmoving, black object in the middle of the room. The curves of this object were organic; nothing like a piece of furniture. Without my eyes leaving the mysterious mass, I moved to turn on the lights. When my hand flipped the switch, all of my senses came flooding back like a crashing tsunami. The ringing in my head spiked in pitch. What I saw sent chills through my entire body that left me shattered and petrified. 

A woman was sprawled out in nonhuman contortions and her body was drenched in red. Her face, pointed towards me, was frozen with fear. She was barely recognizable. The eyes, although shielded with fear, still looked lively. She must have been killed minutes ago. 

The deeper I looked into her amber eyes, the more I recognized them. I felt like I knew who this person was. My heart stopped as I came to the realization that I knew exactly who this person is. I haven't seen my sister in years, but I could never forget those eyes. 

My heart, speeding up faster and faster, sent my body into shock. I was going to explode with emotions, but before this could happen, my body was jolted awake and I was lying straight up in my bed hyperventilating.