"Who are you?"
A harsh voice behind me whispers the same question over and over, so quietly I can barely hear it through the rain, and don't know how long they've been there. But I look back, and there's no one there. The whispers are still there, scratching against my ears, speaking in many tongues, every single question different yet all the same. I'm alone. Totally alone; all the lights are off, the only cars are parked, and I still hear the questions. Who am I?
I want to answer, but can't decide what to say, or where to say it. Pulling my raincoat closer to me, I continue to walk, shivering and wishing I hadn't worn heels. My feet are killing me. Finally, I reply in a shaking voice, "I don't know. I don't know who I am. Are you happy? I don't--" the last word is torn from my throat before it's uttered. What was it?
Who are you?
I don't know. That's what it was. Does Jon know? Who is Jon? The name popped into my head as if I know him, but... Who are you? the insistent question repeats, and a pair of green eyes blink at me from the rain-covered darkness. Who are you?
"You should know," another voice says, the voice of my best friend. Your best friend isn't you. Who are you?
"I don't know. Tell me!" I whisper at the darkness, unable to raise my voice. "Tell me and I'll know who I am, and it will stop."
"No, it won't." Who are you? "If I tell you who you are, you still won't know. Who are you?" Who are you?
"I don't know! Please tell me, I'll remember, I can figure it out!" I want to scream.
"We won't be together forever. So what will you do when I'm gone, and you don't know? Will you cry? Hide? Beg for mercy from an unforgiving sky?" Thunder cracks in the background, and lightning strikes right in front of me; the eyes are gone when the light clears.
Who are you?
I wake up in an instant, sweating bullets and wondering who I am.
