Something inside me has stopped me from being the person I want to be...me.

Empty echos sourrounds me tonight. I can't move a single muscle in my body. I can't think, and I can't breath. My eyes are closed. I'm too afraid to open them. If I do then I may never be able to shut them again and will have to live through the pain of watching everything or everyone leaving me to die. I feel someone pick up my hand and hold it lightly, rubbing their fingers over my palm...their hands a bit shaky.

I can hear a little distant voice. But I can't recognize it. My thoughts begin to become a big jumble and I'm not sure where I am or even who I am right now. I try and open my eyes or move my muscles or something but...no response.

It gets even more darker then before. And for once I am afraid. I feel the hand leave mine and feel the rush of people rushing all around me. I once felt lonely and I long to find out who the stranger was that touched my hand...I fight for my life and I come back. I wait patiently to feel the hand again.

The voices aren't so distant anymore and I have the strenght to open my eyes. I move my finger tips a little and realize someone is with me. Slowly I open my eyes and look down to this figure sleeping in a chair next to my bed...I'm not alone anymore.