Where... where am I?

In every direction, all I can see is darkness. Pure darkness.

I'm getting scared. I don't remember being placed in this nothing. How did I get here? I am groping around in the blackness, hoping that I can find something I can hold onto. 

I turn in all directions. Nope, nothing. This is not Kansas anymore.

I was hesitant at first, but this silence was getting to me. "...Hello?" I say.

Useless. No one comes to my rescue. No answer. My voice is sucked into this dark obscurity. There's not even an echo. This emptiness carries out for an eternity. 

I take a timid step, afraid of what would happen. 

Nothing.

Well, what did I expect? A surprise party? The navy? A league of zombies?

I am getting scared. This blackness, this silence, this.. this oblivion is driving me crazy. 

"Anyone? Hello?" I'm not afraid to start screaming now. It is so quiet, I could hear the blood rushing in my head.

Panicking, I start running to nowhere - slow at first, but gradually racing faster. My heart is pounding in my chest, which moves quickly, due to my short of breath and alarm.

I don't know why I'm running. There is no point. But I feel as though I have to do something -- anything besides just standing here, just hoping for help.

The tears are streaming down now -- and I don't know why. Maybe it is because I feel so lost, so helpless, so... empty. I feel as though I would disappear into this void forever. 

My feet seems to walk on nothing. The air I am breathing seems stale. My eyes doesn't adjust to lightlessness.

I'm still yelling for help, but it was more for me to hear something than to actually call for help. "Please! Anyone! I need help! Where am I? Help! Someone!"

"There's nothing you can do."

The words hit me like a wall -- I am blown backwards, skidding upon the floor of blankness. The force seems unnatural and... evil.

I get up slowly, dazed. Why did that voice seem so familiar? It was dripping with hatred and corruption so strong, it made me suffer to hear it.

Yes, I know I'd been wishing for something to hear besides my own voice, but this wasn't what I wanted. It makes me long for the silence again.

"Go on. Get up. Keep running. Go yell for help. Do everything you can, but that's going to do nothing. Absolutely at all." Then a small laugh.

The voice. Where did it come from? It seems to come from every corner, everywhere around me. I couldn't pinpoint the source of the sound.

Again, the familiarity of the voice is tearing me apart. Where have I hear it before?

"Hello?" I gasp. "Can you help me?"

A snicker is replied to me, as if my request is amusing. 

Suddenly, the darkness is stirring, as if it was coming alive. The blackness is wrapping itself around me. I scream, terrified, trying to shove it off me. I jump and start taking off into nowhere. 

"Yeah, keep running. Because that's the only thing you can do right now. Still hopeless."
 

I keep running. The wisps of darkness are reaching out to grab me, like a thousand tireless, hungry arms. My eyes are wide open, and the tears flow down my face and into this desolation.They are lost into the horde of blackness.

I doubted it, but I cried, "Please, please... can't you help? I don't know where I am!" My voice is filled with panic and despair, nothing that I had heard before.

I'm getting tired. My legs are failing. I can't keep this up much longer...

One of those arms succeed in grabbing my leg. I trip, and immediately, those... things start attacking my body, grasping my arm, my feet, my neck.

I fight, but my tired, restless body can't win against this. They start to move me, and I strain my neck to see where I'm being taken.

I am being dragged into a circle that is darker than black, and I am heading toward it. 

That voice laughs, the sound sending icy spears into my body.

The only word I could muster is, "Help... please!"

The laughing stops for a minute. "There's nothing, nothing you can do. You're helpless."

I struggle violently, like a wild animal does when its caged, but I couldn't win this darkness. My feet is absorbed into that void now, and I could not feel them anymore. A numbing feeling is clawing into my heart.

I am choking. "Why aren't you helping me? Where are you? Where am I? Why is this happening to me?"

"You do know where you are, you know why I'm not helping you."

My stomach is submerging in that circle now. My mind is shutting down. My heart seemed to have stopped beating. I could barely speak, if not breathe.

I manage to speak some of my final words. "... who--who ...are ... you..."

"Who am I? Who am I you say?"

Someone is stepping out of the shadows. My body seems to resist my will, but I get my head to turn toward it. I can see that the person is... 

"Why," says me, with an wicked smirk. "I am you. And this is your heart -- your black, empty heart."

The last thing I say is a bloodcurdling, inhuman scream that escape my throat before I am sucked into nothingness.