Second Thoughts

I heard his voice, and I was convinced this was reality. Every bit inside me had the conviction that this wasn't a nightmare I was facing - it was reality. It was reality and it was the harsh truth.
 
As I leap out into the depths of space from the rift, pondering my own uselessness in cold seclusion, I heard the voice once again.
 
"You're never going to find the answers without me."
 
I remain silent. The stone is doing its thrall and wants a response. It wants me to entertain it.
 
"What's the matter? Paralyzed in anger, or knowing that you're at a dead end?"
 
I don't know. I don't care.
 
"Of course you know the answers, and of course you care. Why, I thought you were willing to risk everything for her!"
 
Shut it, pebble.
 
"Why? Why are you like this? Why do you fight back?"
 
Wouldn't you like to know. Isn't it obvious? I'm doing this to find answers. About myself. About Mary, I...
I want to know why I'm suddenly filled a resolve to find these things people have constantly hidden from me throughout my life. I want to know why every time I see Mary, I have this constant guilt muddling my head. I want to know why I feel like we have some sort of relation with one another.
Because right now, I've realized I know virtually nothing about myself.
 
"Very well. You want answers, right? If you really want to discover the truth..."
 
I feel a strong sensation from within me as I notice the stone I've kept in my possession for quite some time begins to glow brightly for me to look at it properly. From the colorful vast depths of space that I've gotten myself into, a crack within the universe begins to form. It crumbles, gets larger, and soon the crack bursts open into a spiraling pitch-black void.
 
"Then join me. Join me and you'll find your answers."
 
The rift within space, it calls out to me as if my own. It wants me to step into it and realize who I am. It knows that I've plummeted down and it knows that I'm too weak to climb back up.
I move closer to the rift...
 
And feel my body go heavy as I take an endless plunge into nowhere. The lights from the vastness of outer space starts disappearing as the rift closes back up. I stretch out an arm, and let out a soft wail.
Everything goes to a blinding darkness. I feel nothing at all. I can't feel anything. I don't know if I'm moving or not.
 
Where am I? What is this place?
 
Who was I? Who am I?
 
I don't know who I am anymore.
 
I don't care about it.
 
I don't care if I die afterwards.
 
Everything is slipping away. My memories, plastered on with tacky glue, are beginning to fall and disappear.
 
I can't remember a thing.
 
I can't feel a thing.
 
My last thought - a four pointed star inside a circle - became branded into my mind.
And I fall.