Blank and Empty

Empty. Empty. It was all just blank and empty.

She stood in the white tiled third floor bathroom, which stood just off the end of the perfectly waxed tan corridor on the south side of the building. The shiny waxed surface had reflected back a misty two-dimensional image as she’d walked; showing exactly what was there, nothing more.

The door had only made a soft swooshing noise when she’d walked through, as if nothing was really there and it was just the wind blowing it open a bit. A blank husk filled only with emptiness. Nothing there. It had all been carried off by the silent flow of liquid white particles trailing down daily from a height just tall enough to pass under all observation.

Clean mirror only reflected and added to the overwhelming blankness of the rarely used room. The polished surface emphasized the brilliant white of the floor, sink, stalls, and inside doors. Her face was pale enough to be nearly indistinguishable from part of the design reflected in the polished surface. The room could be empty if not for the baggy clothes hiding the frame floating there in space.

A bit of tan and sparkling silver flicked over an indented part of the white surface before deep crimson flowered; staining the area.

“Even this fluid inside me is empty, it is my life and it is fitting it should reflect just that much.” She mused as the blackness swam in and out between the soft and harsher blankness that surrounded her on all sides. This had lost something precious to and had been changed upon complete contact with the outside world.

Energy giving to energy draining, there was no longer anything left to give. The crimson had filled the indent, had slipped across the entire white counter and now crept slowly across the stained floor to drip rhythmically onto itself.

She’d somehow ended up on her back looking up at the white lid of the building. That white square seemed to stare down at her and unable to do anything else, she stared back up at it.

Blank.

Inanimate.

Stare to blank, inanimate stare. Lifeless material staring at an oppressing empty ceiling.

It was good now. Nothing had changed but the emptiness was now a full darkness that lifted and comforted. The world no longer seemed blank or oppressive. Accepting the dark embrace, she slipped quietly into the stillness.