I simply knew him as Mr. X. He never told me his name. But we have talked. Countless times. He is so much like me. Yet at the same time so much unlike me. I feel as if I have known him my whole life. But I haven't. That is what unsettles me.

Mr. X told me that we could change the world for the better. We can change this screwed up excuse of a society. Just us. But he keeps telling me they will try to take him away again. I often wandered who 'they' were. I never found out. I have no intention of asking.

Now I stand with Mr. X at the edge of a highway. I recognise it.

"This is the place where it all started." He tells me.

No I think, This is the place where it all ended. This is where I lost my best friend, Elias, This is where I had gotten brain damage. I became a schizo. I became an amnesiac. I became clinically depressed. Well at least that is what they tell me.

"It didn't end here Phoenix." he tells me as if reading my thoughts. "Can you tell me what this place means to you?"

"This where the crash happened. I was driving. I wasn't looking" I answer him. "This is where..."

That is when I take a good look at Mr. X. Those green eyes, olive coloured skin, deflated black hair. Then I see the scar on his upper lip.

But then I can hear voices and footsteps. There's one I'd recognise anywhere. My mother.

"You're supposed to be dead... Elias" I manage to croak.

"I was starting to wonder when you'd realise. The meds they're giving you. That's the real problem. Not the accident" Elias shoots a crazed glance at the general direction of the voices. "Phoenix...don't let them take me away. We still have a lot to do. We still need to change the world."

The voices are the growing louder. The footsteps closer

"All this time...I though you where gone"

"Phoenix please don't let them!"

"Elias! I what do you mean?!"

A voice interrupts us.

"Phoenix?" the voice was scared. It was mother. "Who are you talking to?"

"Elias. Can't you see him?" I say pointing frantically at him. But he's not there.

She takes a shaky breath. There are tears in her eyes. She puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Phoenix" she says it slowly and cautiously. "There is no one there"

That is when I realise. It's not the first time either. This damned vicious cycle.

They'll give me the meds to help me forget. I won't see him. I'll stop taking them. I'll start seeing him again. It will be like old times. But then I'll realise that he's only a figment of my imagination.

He's always waiting to get out and haunt me for what I did to him. But he doesn't just wait to pop up randomly. No he appears methodically, when it will impact me the most. Elias knows because he is a part of me. Mr. X is a part of me.

But it's more than that.

He is me.

I am Mr. X.