Parallels

I had a dream once...It was beautiful...I have met myself. But one of them turned their back on me. If there was a chance for me to meet my past self, I would just be awkwardly standing there, looking at myself before I became the mess that I am now. I dreamt about him a lot of times, my younger self. I couldn't help but think of the good old days. Sometimes I just pause and think and wonder, if I were to meet him, would he trust me? "Oh, thank goodness you are okay!" Two, one of my parallels, jolted up and rushed to me as soon as he saw me enter through the door. "Are you alright? Did the Tracers hurt you?" "Surprisingly, the Tracers were the one that took him here unscathed." A man in a camo beside me explained. "What?" "You heard me. The Tracers were the one that took him in here" "He's right, Two. They didn't do anything to me, they were the ones that helped me get here and saved me from my impending doom on that track" I said, weakly. "But still, that is not enough to cover up what they had done! Tracers are mad, sly, crazy little critters. For all I know maybe they are just trying to act nice and take you here to earn your trust and then when they leave, they will report back to Eight." "I promise you; they are nothing like that" "You see, the problem with you. You are too trusting!" Seven sighed and rose up from his seat. "You easily give up that trust to anyone that you meet along the way that just simply showed you kindness. Now look at this, if by tomorrow or the day after that, when this place will be swarmed with Eight's minions? You will see what it truly means" It was like a hard slap to my face, Seven's words. He's not that harsh, he will just...break you with the truth. He slapped the truth at my face, the one fact that I hate about myself. The one thing that I am scared to admit. I became lost even more. My head spun with unwanted thoughts and my emotions sucking me deeper into oblivion. It felt like the ground was quicksand, pulling me deeper and deeper as I tried to stand firm on the surface. How will I win against myself?