I stand on top of a terrain I've never seen before. There was someone off in the distance. As they moved towards me, I noticed, that it was me. But his personal look was neutral. And you could tell something was up.

"You look fine to me, but I know you're not" I said to myself.

The neutral expression disappeared, and a wicked grin appeared on the copy of me.

"Living a life where people constantly screw you over changes a person. Especially when it's a repeating matter. Life is never what people say it is." The figure with a wicked grin said.

Then at the exact moment another figure appeared. This one, just like the other looked like me, but happiness radiated off this figure of me.

"Don't listen to him. Life is what you make it. So make it good," the happy figure told me.

Now they were both facing each other, "It's what you make it. And other's influence on you. If you're all alone in this world: no one talks to you, or no one shows they care, it makes you become a monster."

"Monsters can be friendly," the good figure snapped.

The other laughed manically, "Do I look friendly to you?!"

"No you don't. You need to follow the light that is right behind you, before you turn into him"

I turned and saw the light the good figure was talking about. And heard a voice calling my name, the voice of the one I love. Her voice was so soothing, and slowly I started moving toward the light. Then I noticed the good side of me standing by the light, extending his hand out to me. I reached out for his hand, but was yanked back by something. Looking down at my feet I saw darkness wrapping around my ankles, preventing me from moving at all. Then the girl I loved appeared down on the surface in the middle of the light. She sat there with a smile on her face, calling out for me to come to her.

Struggling I broke free from the darkness around me, and took off running toward her. She held her arms out to me. I was right in front of her when I was yanked back by the darkness. I struggled against it, clawing, trying anything to get to her. Then the evil figure appeared beside me and whispered in my ear.

"What if she doesn't actually want you back? And you're just doomed to worry about her all of your life. And never have her again."

I stood there in silence looking at her; she still wore that smile I loved so much. But what I wouldn't ever get my chance to redeem myself. And I'd never be able to call her mine again. Then I realized I sounded like the world revolved around me. I stood there looking at her, with tears rolling down my face.

Maybe one day she could be mine again, but I don't think it'll happen any time soon.

The darkness surrounded me, consuming what was left of my feelings. Everything started to turn black and the evil figure laughed beside me manically. Darkness seems like the only way for me now.

Then I heard her voice break through the darkness. She yelled, "don't go," and I snapped back to attention. I heard what she said. But the only thing I can do is struggle against the darkness, trying to get to her. Now I am left to fight against the darkness until I can be with her, or move on. Hopefully I can get her back before I move on. But only time will tell, if I can survive the tug of the darkness on me.