I know this is a dream. Its so haunting and yet I don't want to wake up. Maybe its another premonition of mine. Suddenly I am standing in a hallway full of memories, pictures crammed together on the wall like the people of the world left these pictures for someone who was coming by to visit their planet after the people of world all died to enjoy the display. I stopped, a picture in black and white with shifting people entering and leaving photograph. But a couple stood in the midst of the never ending movement on the crosswalk. The young woman was fading and soon she was walking with rest of them. The young man stood there with a blank expression, his hands coming up to his face, the people moving were a blur turning into black. A piercing scream erupted.
I was on my knees, the scream lasted I didn't know how long, my hands covering my ears tightly. My head throbbed with pain, until it registered the screaming had stopped I looked up, to the left and to the right, the photographs were no longer there. Yet the lone man in the only photograph on the wall was walking forward, becoming larger until he was standing before me. He pointed to his chest, I glanced to see a gaping hole where he pointed.
"Would you mind giving me back my heart?"
I gasped. The walls disintegrated, only a pathway of stones was left. I gulped. "Who are you?"
"I am-"
A blinding white stopped us from talking, I squinted my eyes and saw a rectangular doorway, and nothing beyond that. I looked back to notice he had continued to stare at me. I was tempted to ask him if the light had bothered him. I did not.
"No it did not bother me."
"What?"
"The light did not bother me."
"I didn't ask any-"
"You didn't?" He tilted his head.
I remembered my original question didn't get answered. "Um.. Who are you?" He lifted a finger, placed it on my lips, slowly tracing it down to where my heart was and shoved his hand into my chest. I hacked up blood and the constant gasps started to strangle me. I could feel his blood soaked hand clasp on the right side of my heart, his fingers slowly tearing into the middle. He yanked out half my heart, my brain could not process the no longer beating organ, it got heavy and I felt myself being dragged towards the doorway, my hands aimlessly clutching at my bloodsoaken shirt.
He stopped abruptly and tossed me into the whiteness which turned to black. As I fell, the blood from my chest flew upward, falling down with me. The space in which I was falling started to get smaller and smaller.
When I felt myself getting closer to waking up I heard him respond...
"I am you."