Every day since I lost my father, I dreamt of him and my home. The truth is no where actually felt like home to me. The only place I had belonged in the world had been taken from me that day. Every night the long, torturous nightmares had reoccurred. But tonight, for the first time in four years, I dreamt of something else. And it terrified me far more than anything I had ever known. I stood, clueless and confused, wandering aimlessly about an empty, white void of which there was no escape. After what seemed like an eternity of nothing, I tired and quickly grew lonely. I wept bitterly, searching desperately for any kind of human interaction, a human touch. And suddenly my mind came to life, projecting my thoughts, my feelings across the empty space. My body glowed and thrived with power. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew that it would have dire consequences, and that my cry for help would soon be heard. As sleep began to wash over me, a shadow spread darkly across, looming and towering above. She smiled, but there was something dark hidden within it. Her face was tinged with pleasure, and I could see she had found what she was looking for. "Amber…" Her grin made me feel uneasy, but that wasn't at all the part that frightened me. And I could not deny what my eyes were telling me. The cruel figure that stood before me, was me. "I've been reaching out to you for so long." I stood up violently, and my head throbbed with pain. "And now you have finally reached out to me…" She lingered a second to long on each of her sentences, far more than any normal person would. "This…no…I… can't be possible…" She reached out towards me, wrapping her bony fingers around my wrist, and no matter how hard I struggled to get free of her grasp, her strength greatly overpowered mine. "And yet, it is" My heart pounded rapidly in my chest, and for a second I thought it would burst. "Get away from me, don't touch me!" She showed absolutely no sign of faltering, but continued to tighten her grip further, while all the while her face twisted into a mocking smirk that seemed crooked and wrong. She stroked my face gently with her free hand, and I quivered at her touch. "What do you want from me?" Her eyes hardened and turned icy cold, and when I again turned to her, all I saw in their place were empty hollows. "YOU". When I woke my wrist burned with searing pain, and in my mind flashed images of the horrific ordeal. I cowered in my bed for sometime, collecting my thoughts. It was her, for sure, the voice in my head that had constantly tormented me since my fifteenth birthday. She was me. But was she real, or had my dreams just taken a startling turn for the worse?