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As I walk along this path, my memories come alive. I can see them vividly, entombing me in this hell-hole. A man in his mid-thirties stands before me. His skin rough from age and work, he holds out his hand. I take it and pier into his olive green eyes. He smiles and it instantly warms my soul. As I hold onto his hand, I can hear my mind nagging me. It says,' He's dead. Let go. Run!' But how can I let go of him. I simply can't. He has been long lost to me for so many years; I can't let him go, not after getting him back.

As I watch I can see his flesh rot and holes bore though his eyes as they slowly disintegrate. The maggots start to crawl from his mouth and fall to the ground between us. His nails start to pierce my skin as they rapidly grow. My stomach starts to churn and I remember the day he died. It captures my heart and I pull away and watch as he falls to pieces right before my eyes.

I feel that same feeling in my soul as the first time I lost him. I can't save him; I have to loose him again. I can't stop this. This intense feeling of panic steels me away and I have to run. I walk backwards a few steps as he reaches out to me. I almost trip but I catch myself and I turn and run. I glance back at the monster that once was my own blood. He calls out to me and I can't help but allow the sorrow to consume me. I still run, but I don't feel like I'm moving at all. I look down at myself and I've stopped. I'm just standing there. I look back at the man I once called Uncle and I see myself. I look the other way and see him.
I realize as the man captures the image I see of me, that I am having an out-of-body experience at the worst possible time ever. I call out to myself but I hear nothing. I can't even open my mouth. I reach up to feel it and it isn't there. As I search my face for it, I watch as the monster tears me.

I can feel the pain rip through me. He rips me to shreds and I fall to the ground. I'm just another dead soul that none will ever hear again; a lost voice that cries out into the cold nights. I realize that I'm now a lonely soul that can never feel the warmth that the living provides.

A rush of blood forces through my veins and I sit up straight. I can hear myself screaming now. A cold nights wind bursts into the room that I now realize to be my own. I silence myself and study my surroundings. I was in the same place that I was not so long before my encounter. Sweat runs down the side of my face and a familiar sense of loneliness, not like before, enters me. Tears fall from my eyes and puddle on my bed.

I hear myself say silently to me, "It was only a dream." I know it was but I can't help but to think that it was real or at least a small part of it...