Inside The Mind

She looked around the hollow room. Nothing but her surrounded by four walls. Four, blank, white walls. Loneliness surrounded her like a blanket taking the breath away from her. She tried to breathe; it felt like she was stuck under water with no air pockets to swim to. No, door, no window, no way of escaping herself. She got sick of the white, sick of being by herself. She didn’t know how she got here, it was black before the white room, there was no door to get in, and she never had a mother or a father. She was alone in a family, she had no family, a family of one. No one to help her find out who she was, even if she did get out. She had no ones help, no ones support, or friendship. She'd bow her head and pray, pray for a life of her own instead of being stuck in the corner of someone else’s life. Pray for a way out, pray for freedom. She had memories of things she never did and knew dreams she never dreamt. Everything that clouded her mind was never hers; they were someone else’s life, their memory. She needed to get out, run from these four lonely walls, and walk out an imaginary door.

She got on all fours and started digging through the white concrete floor; she broke everyone of her nails, her fingers scratched raw and bleeding. The blood stained her white dress turning a crimson red, the same crimson red smeared on the walls. She kept digging. She knocked on the walls screaming to be let out, to be saved, to helped by anyone who would. Who was she kidding no one would, there was no one out there. She sat in the middle of the floor and wept until her eyes ran dry of tears. She needed to be free, free to be on her own, to spread her wings and fly away from the painful loneliness inside the white room.

Days mended into weeks and into months until many years had passed, she couldn’t tell how long. The day came where the room changed color, the bleach white was no more, vanished over night, replaced by a cloudy grey. For a while she welcomed the change, even her dress was that cloudy grey. She lifted up her arms and screamed out a thank you to who ever would listen, but she no one was, dropping her spirits, she knew no one even knew her name or existed, she didn’t even know. Soon she was lonely again and the grey walls turned her to a stage of gloom, where she wept. Few days went by and the room was a midnight black, she couldn’t see a thing, ironically cause there was nothing in there with her. The blackness frightened her, it made her thankful for the bleach white she once had. The blackness weighed on her like a thick blanket, she couldn’t breathe. She tried to scream to yell for help until......

Nothing, she was gone. Free at last to live her life, or to die her death.

The black room lay empty and unwelcoming

Just like the dead.