I wake to a blinding white. All around me, is just white. I can't see anything, no shape distinguishable. I suddenly twist back as I hear a voice. It was young. Sounded familiar. The voice had chuckled, But it doesn't carry an emotion with it. "Where am I?" i say to myself softly And see something emerging from the white depths. All around it, I could distinguish shape, shade.

 As it gets closer, I recognize it as an oil lamp but the flames are giant and black? As I'm about to move closer, The same voice speaks to me: "The darkness lights the way, Alyssa". The lamp slowly starts moving to my right. I decide to follow. The surroundings it 'lit up' are recognizable, I can't say what they are, but i don't feel foreign. It feels strange.

The lamp slowly comes to a stop. And the same voice speaks again: "But too much darkness can be blinding". before I get to think, the flame consumes my vision. Everything is black. The exact negative of before. The same voice, "But since you've been naughty, you don't get a lamp". 

I wait and wait for something to happen, but nothing. It seemed like hours, but nothing. Something strange, I don't feel hungry, I don't feel thirsty. In that sense, I don't feel anything. "What is this!" I shout, nothing. Not even an echo. 

I sit down, my head in my hands. "Why!" I scream. The voice is back, and it said to me: "The campfire Alyssa". "What? What are you talking about?"
"Oh you know very well, you regret it most"
"No, no no, But who are you? What do you have to do with then?"
"I don't know, Might have to do with you KILLING ME"
"No! I don't think I know what you're talking about"
"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about"
"Y-You are Daisy"
"Oh well spotted"

A load of memories come rushing back to me. Ones I do not want. Ones i have kept locked away.

"Hey Alyssa, Your father"
"What about him?"
"Remember how he died?"
"He crashed into a pole"
"And why would he just do that?"
"What are you saying?"
"The only one other than you who contributed to my death was your father"
"It was you"
"Indeed"
"WHY WOULD YOU?"
"I could ask you the same"
"STOP IT"
"Or what? You do realize you are in my world and I can kill you anytime I want"
"Then DO IT"

"Oh well my death wasn't particularly quick or painless now was it? In fact I think quite the opposite"
"Killing me won't revive you!"
"Oh I know, But we would be even"
"And what good is that?"

The voice has gone away again. It was her. She is crazy. Why dammit why? There was so much I had to tell  him. So much. She took away my senses, but what she didn't take away were my emotions. It's part of the torture Alyssa, it's the beginning of the end of your pathetic life.