He stood just down the long, dark hall. I watched as his long, silky, white hair was let down. He was well lit, the floor underneath him was a beautiful marble but the walls around us were black. This man looked faintly familiar but I couldn't quite pinpoint the place in my brain that he held. I needed to get closer. I began to run down the hall, hoping I could reach the albino man, though I kept running it seemed we stayed the same length away. I ran faster, harder, but I just couldn't reach. I eventually gave up and stopped.
"Damn it..." I spoke quietly at the failing of my action "WHO ARE YOU?!" I yelled in defeat. I've been trying to reach him since the day this started. I've never gotten closer. It's been going on for days… weeks… I think about a month now. The man turned and looked at me from afar. I could barely make out his face from our distance but I could tell he had been crying. He smiled at me. It was faint, sad, I felt like he wanted to apologize. But he still smiled at me. And that's when he dropped to his knees. I don't know how but he was covered in blood. This all happened so fast, I tried to run again. I ran faster and faster. I began to yell again to get his attention as I watched the blood seep through his white sweater. "Sir are you okay?! How his this happening?! TELL ME PLEASE WHATS GOING ON!" as I projected my voice to him, another entity walked up beside him. the other man had hair darker than a room with no candle at midnight, he wore a suit which he adjusted as he stepped up.
The newer man looked over at the bloodstained other before him and a smirk crept onto his face. My heart sank as I watched this. I couldn't let this happen but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't reach them. he ran his hand through the locks that were was white and soft as a swans feather, and wrapped around his wrist, tightening it in his fist and yanking his head back to look at him. it looked like the other had yelled or made some sound in pain, though I heard nothing. It was silent. The man with black hair did not let go as he moved to the right side in which he was not on before. He pulled out a gun with his right hand from inside his suit jacket and placed the end at the albinos head. The man with black hair stained straight at me. "Wake up" I heard him say. I heard him in my ear, as if his voice was thrown. right before he shot the man. Everything began to fade and grow brighter. I was waking up. He was waking up. "This is all only a dream" he thought.