I send the spear through the chest of the dead-eyed, bloodied mockery of myself. It falls to the ground, writhing in pain, the wooden shaft of the spear sticking straight up. I snap off the handle of the spear and drive the broken end of it into the doppelganger's face. All movement from it ceases, and I begin to white out.
Doctor Harker sighed. The man on the table in front of him had flatlined and been declared dead only moments before. "Damn drugs... was it an overdose?" His colleague, James Brennan, replied "Probably..." Harker reached for the sheet to cover the unfortunate soul.
I wake up. I am in a white room. She is standing there. The figure that has haunted me for so long. I start to breathe much more heavily. "What the hell do you want!?" I realize with a shock that I no longer have any weapons. Perhaps taunting her was a bad idea. She steps forward, a black figure spoiling the purity of the white room. I instinctively move backwards, only to bump into...I'm not even sure what, for as far as I can see there is only the void. She reaches me in a few quick strides; I'm sure I'm going to die. I know I'm going to die. Then she does something that stuns me to my very core. She hugs me. I hear her whisper, comforting and terrifying at once: "I forgive you."
Just as Harker began to cover the man's legs, he heard a faint beep-beep, beep-beep, beep-beep.
"He's alive!" Brennan shouted.
I blink, and I am no longer in the white room. I see white still, but it is not the pure, virgin white that I was in. It is a dull, gray-white. I blink again. The vision becomes clearer. I can see a fluorescent light, and it becomes clear that the gray-white is tiles. Ceiling tiles. I turn my eyes to see three doctors crowded around me. I close my eyes tight. Is it...is it really over? I open them again. Yes. The doctors, the gray-white ceiling, the light, they're all still here. The nightmare is over. I close my eyes one more time, to prevent the tears from spilling. I'm back. And I am no longer afraid of monsters.