Suddenly everything went black, I couldn't see anything but darkness. My body was shaking, burning and my eyes were on fire. This had happened before, last night to be persact, I didn't know why this was happening to me, but I already knew what was going to come next. Images flooded my mind, I didn't know why these visions kept coming to me. My mind just kept on transporting me to the past, my past and my present ceased to exist. I didn't struggle, because if I did it would just be even more painful then it already was, the searing pain in the middle of my forehead would just become worse and worse until I cried out. I didn't want to worry my family, so I just let go, I went with the flow, I let these visions come to me so that they could come to pass.

   "How could you?" I said, well it wasn't me, it was her, the past version of me. She had the same color of dark brown hair that I had now, the same intense looking eyes that everyone was wary of. But something was different, was it the way she held herself with such elegance and grace. The way everyone in that cold dark room looked at her like she was something outstanding. Yes we looked alike but we acted different, she held herself as if she was a queen and I held myself as if I was nothing more then a peasant. The way she spoke was so forceful, strong and assertive, while I spoke with such shyness and fragility. I found it kind of funny, how I was jealous of myself, yet she wasn't really me, not anymore. She had ceased to exist the day she had died, the only place she existed was in my soul in my memories.

  (Crash!) I heard something break and it snapped me out of my reverie. I was no longer entranced by her, she was no longer what captivated me, it was the place that I was in. It was dark and cold, with a foul scent that I couldn't bear. I heard her speaking but with who, was she speaking to herself in a place like this. I felt myself going closer to where she was, I felt my body becoming one with hers until I was finally her. I was no longer Sophia, but.. Olivia. I heard what she heard, I said what she wanted me to say, and I felt the emotions she was trying so hard to contain. I was no longer in control all I could do was witness and not act.

   "How could you?" I repeated, my hand hurting from the pressure I was putting on it.

 He chuckled, and my rage heightened, "your still able to find humor when your in a place like this?" I snarled, hating him for everything he had done to me. He chuckled again and I punched the bars that separated us. "Careful my lady, you don't want those pretty hands of yours to be damaged for good do you". My heart quickened when I heard his voice, and again I hated myself for feeling this way and him for knowing it. I punched it  again, and this time I was rewarded by searing pain that went up and down my hands.

    "Akeel... why?" my heart was breaking into a million pieces as I said that last phrase and when he didn't answer, I knew he never would. I walked away, giving up, hearing the last words that he would ever speak again.

   "I love you"