[i]Who are you?...
What are you?...
What is your name?..
What is going on?..
What happened?...
Why are you here?...
Why are you doing that?..[/i]

[i][b]Questions[/b][/i]..Where were these questions coming from?.. That [i]voice[/i]... Why was it so...[i]Familiar[/i]?

He heard [i]crying [/i]in the distance... 

"Whaaaaa! Whaaaa!" [i]A child?... Who is that?...[/i]

His vision became oh so clear after some moments. He was standing in a room by himself, surrounded in white. He began to look around, silent. 

[i]"Where am I?"[/i] He said to himself.

Suddenly he felt a presence behind him. He instantly drew his weapon, turning himself at the same time. His eyes widened and his hand started shaking.

What stood there was himself, crying, no more than seven.  His heart rate began to pick up. suddenly the room was no longer white.

Instead it was outside of a house... His house. 

[i]"What am I doing here?... No... It cant be.."[/i] he thought to himself. It was [u]that[/u] day.

He then suddenly began running , he saw him and his parents enter a car and drive. 

[i]"Dont go!" [/i] He tried to call out, but nothing escaped his throat. 

Suddenly the landscape changed again, he was standing in front of a car crash.

He stood there , infront of himself once more, watching his smaller self. This time , instead of standing there silent, the child was crying , crying like mad. 

Slobbering and crying with all his heart the child stood there in front of the tragedy. He dropped his weapon he slowly, and hesitantly began to walk to his child self. He collapsed onto his knee's and held his child self, silently crying with him. 

[b][i]"It's okay.. Be strong.. For them.."[/i][/b] He whispered to his younger self.

Suddenly everything faded away and he found himself sitting on the train in a dark corner, tightly holding his weapon to his chest , tears on the surface of the blade. He was silent and only looked at his reflection.. How odd it was to see himself crying, after so long of having been unable to.

Instead of wiping them he just let them fall on their own , he cried silently, for his long , un-mourned loss. Maybe he was finally letting go?...

[i]Maybe...[/i]