Lonely (Flast Fiction Contest Entery)

It took me only an instant to feel uncomfortable waking in a dark unending hall. I found my self standing, posed to go down it's length. I was curious though, thinking I must be right at the entrance, finding myself here in the condition I did. As I thought to look for the door I had an eerie thought, "Whatever you do, don't look back".
It had felt as if someone with my voice whispered it carefully in my ear, so I couldn't help but run. I thought to myself that there was no where to go, and it was hopeless, but as I would begin to slow I could feel it echo to me, "Whatever you do, don't look back".
I felt my life's memories flow through a filter in my mind, remember little details here and there. Had my whole life come to this, running from what was a phantom of my imagination? I couldn't think of any great success, I could only remember alienation and ridicule. I remembered being bullied, and backing down in fear.
Sweat was starting to fall, I wasn't sure if it was from the manic running or fear. Tears were streaming, from disappointment and regret. I stopped.
"No! Whatever you do, don't look back!" Too long had I not lived my life. I started to turn, and caught a glimpse of myself looking back.
It was that moment, that I saw myself turning after I had shouted my warnings I watched myself burst into dust. Every time I have tried to catch up, I lose myself to my own thoughts. I reached out to touch myself, but only grasped darkness. I waited with remorse until I would have a chance again.