Diana

I'm paralyzed, frozen with fear, and beyond fear I am physically stuck. The darkness, the shadows, its got me in its cold iron grip, and I know it won't let me go…ever. There's no point in trying to run from it anymore, it'll always get me in the end, just like now.

My clothes are a mess. The black jeans are ripped at the knees, butt, and the left leg is ripped half way up from the ankle. My gray and purple T-shirt is ripped in the chest with three individual tears. The white backpack I'm wearing is barely still usable and my sneakers are all but destroyed.

I'm cold and the frigid air is cutting right through me. Normally my teeth would be shattering loudly, and that's not just because I'm freezing – though it would help – but also, because it's a nervous habit of mine. The only thing stopping me from clacking my teeth together is the force gripping at me. I don't know what the force is, but I know I can't get way, and that's all that's really important to me right now. This is no place I want to be, not with all the fog, shadows and darkness, consuming this tiny world. I scan my eyes around to see what I can of my surroundings but there's nothing, not one single piece of scenery. It's just this dark force and me.

"Ken…" She says, my insides jump at the sound of her voice proclaiming my name. It's Diana. She walks pushing the fog to her side. She's just the same as I remember, tall, strong, and… sexy.

Her hair is dark, almost perfect black, and it's straight, OCD straight, not a single hair is out of place or curled at the end… she obsesses over her hair. Her eyes are a dark brown, but they glint in the fog light. She wears a thin line of makeup, but she's crying though, and her salty tears are ruining the makeup. Black eye shadow pours down her cheeks in to deathly black rivers. On her upper body she wears what can only be described as a gray piece of cloth. The cloth has numerous gashes and tears in it… just like mine. Maybe long ago the ragged cloth was a beautiful shirt but now, it does little to appeal to her sexy body.

She stops on a dime, and stares, smirking into my eyes. Then with out a word she lifts her shaking fingers to her eye, and then to her heart, finally she points her trembling fingers at me.

Why?

She knows I'm scared of her love, but she doesn't understand why. She knows I love her too, but it's dangerous to be with her, and she doesn't understand why. If she doesn't stop surely my worst fears will come true.

Diana walks toward me, still sobbing and knowing I'm paralyzed by the darkness, she comes up and plants a kiss on my icy lips. I want to run, I want to push her away but I can't, I'm stuck here, planted to the spot. I don't know why she's doing this, she knows I don't want a relationship with her… she may not know the reason why, but she knows enough.

"I can't take it anymore Ken, I–," Diana cuts her sentence short as she notices something at our bare feet.

Hearts.

Two hearts, two physical, live pumping hearts. One the top of one the name, "Diana" is inscribed and on the top of the other is the name, "Ken,"

Diana looks back up at me and displays a wide smirk.

"Don't worry, hubby, I know just what to do," Diana says, winks, and displays a jagged knife. I feel a strange sense of emptiness in my chest… could actually be my heart, could it?

Diana bends down and scopes both of our hearts. She holds mine in her right hand and presses it against her chest where her heart would be. She holds it there and rolls her eyes back into her head…. She's crazy!

Ok its official. I'm terrified.

"Here, feel my love baby," Diana sweet talks. She takes her heart and presses it against my empty chest.

It hurts!

I want to scream, run away, hide in a dark corner and never come out, but I'm stuck here. Forced to endure the searing pain of her love. "Doesn't it feel good, Ken?"

No! Theirs nothing I can do though. I'm stuck here. "Ok, its time sweetie, it's time for us to become one. It's time for us to die together,"

What! She doesn't actually mean that does she? She… oh god she's going to do this, I know she is.

Smoothly, she eases herself down to the ground where she places our hearts, one on top of the other, mines on top. Staring into my eyes, she pulls her knife back into view. Smirks fill her face, but they can hardly cover up the craze going on inside her head.

"Ok, here it comes," Diana, tells me, pulling up the knife high above her head. She grasps its with both of her tensed fists. Her arms are shaking badly. I'd swear she was having a sezuire. Then with sudden pain, she bellows out a desperate cry.

"Ah!" She takes the knife and sends it to our hearts. Driving with it a force that will merge us together in "her" love for eternity. The knife slices into my heart like cloth. Immediately I can feel the pain. It pangs a pinching pain into my chest.

I feel a small flame flickering inside my heart. It's scorching my tissue and boiling my blood. Before long I'm on fire, but I don't burn as a wild, restless red flame. Instead, I'm burning as a pure blue. Burning as the hottest flame. I'm slowly being consumed from the inside out.

Diana lays sprawled out on the ground covering our hearts, but I know she's cut hers too. I can see the gallons of blood spreading around her, crawling towards my feet. I want to move, but now not only am still frozen but to weak to move. I can't do anything but hold my ground and wait for this all to end.

It takes longer than I could have imagined but finally as I feel the last layer of hope leave me, I hear Diana's voice on last time.

"Were almost there baby, were almost one."