What's going on? Where am I?

You are trapped in your own mind…

This can't be real can it?

It is…

Everything is so cold and dark… Is this really my past?

It is…

How can this be truth?

You know it is true…

I can't help, but question it… Even though little by little the fog is clearing… Will the answers be what I want them to be?

answers are never what you wish…

Every arrow is pointing in the direction of reality…

Every memory is echoing the words that I hold…

My chest… It hurts…

As though it is telling me that what he said is true…

I am so confused…

So scared…

Why are you scared?

I can't accept this as the truth!

Why not? Denial will only cause more pain won't it? So why?

Because I fear that if I accept it I will no longer be me. If I agree this past is mine it may change me.

But can't you see from the very beginning you were not you… not your true self… if you deny who you are, what you are, aren't you just denying yourself?

You are wrong! It is not like that! I am me! I am not a monster and I will never become one!

You say that, but you are still scared… I can tell… You must accept it… who you really are… how you really feel… your true self… the façade must end… so tell me who are you really?

I am… Oz… Oz B. Rabbit…