'Do you trust me?' All of a suddon emotions came rushing at her, from every direction.'This is too much, it's too much.' The voices from her past just would not leave her alone, they were disrupting her whole existence.
Her existence? Did she really exist or was she merely yet another empty echo in the world? Was her reality the truth, or was it simply the duration of her own imagination?
The human existence is only an illusion we create.

'Do you trust me?' One hit, two hits, three hits and she's down. Along with her walls she tumbles to the ground. Simple memories start to flash before her eyes. 'Something fell on me.' She realizes that she didn't even put up a fight. 'Did I fall asleep? Slowly she rises up and walks away. 'They won't wake up.' This is nowhere and nothing matters here. No one cares if you die, because you're dead already.

'Do you trust me?' When she cries, she feels nothing at all. The tears bring her right back home. Always alone, with thoughts she can never fully remember, with fading memories and a clean slate. It seems to never end. This is her life. Everyday she wakes up and starts at square one again. There's no sympathy for someone who does not truly exist.
She's looking for herself in all the wrong places, by becoming someone else she drowns the distant faces.

'Do you trust me?' It's like being stuck in a recuring nightmare and you can't keep awake. They dump your body in the shallow water, you float to the surface. There is no escape. You feel caught in between. It all leads back to actions having consequences. But the physical world does not make a difference when you take feelings into account.
Feelings. They're just a concept of revenge.
We're all being put to the test and we know what we have to do.

'Do you trust me?' She frowned and walked up to the full body mirror and looked at herself. She really examined herself. Dark lines were beginning to form under her eyes. The brown irises somehow seemed darker, her skin looked ugly and old.
'I'd like to take my place in the world.'The few steps that seperated her from the others, were now a miles hike. She glanced down at them. They were all walking around like ghosts. Empty and innocent, childlike ghosts.

'Do you trust me?' Echo carefully observed her fellow comrads, she wanted to memorieze every mark and scar that embellished their bodies.'The world is in need of some serious saving' Oh no, there was nothing cliché about her needs, or wants for that matter of fact. 'I want to do everything.' Yet you already know how this will end, because they live in a world that was built on lies and so they vanish along with it. Only when we have forgotten what it's like to be human, will this be okay.
Their reality is our escape.

'Do you trust me?'
If the answer isn't 'With my life.' then there's nothing worth fighting for.
Maybe nothing's real.