Author: narcissisticSpaghetti PM
This is my safe space, my sanctuary... my prison...Rated: Fiction K - English - Tragedy/Suspense - Words: 291 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-07-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3048411
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Walking through the halls. I look around me.
White walls, white lights, endless halls.
There are no windows, there are no doors, no possibilities, just an endless, empty hall.
I'm suffocating, there is no air, I'm bleeding from my ears there is no sound. The silence booms like a grenade in my head.
Louder, louder, louder, but never loudest, despite my pleas, just as loud.
Time has lost it's meaning, what seems like a second...
may be a day, a week, a year, years, centuries.
I can't even age.
I'm so lonely, no one is here. I wish I never was. Who would want to?
The worst part is the lack of sensation.
I can't feel, I touch the walls and go right through them.
No matter how many I pass through, there are always more, always the same.
I cannot hear, there is no sound.
I cannot taste, don't even get hungry, no food to eat anyway.
I cannot sing, I cannot dance, I cannot think.
Gods I cannot think.
Why can't I think?
This is my safe space, my sanctuary... my prison...
I open my eyes, I see the world.
White ceiling and sheets, needles in my arm and blinking lights.
"Where is she?"
"Oh, you're awake?"
"Where is she?"
"Oh, you mean the girl in the driver's seat?"
"... yeah..." I think I remember... Just barely...
"I'm so very sorry to be the one to tell you this, but-" No. "the girl in the car with you," NO. "She's-"
NO! I don't want to hear it, I don't want to know. I don't ever want to hear those words. I would rather go back to the white walls.
I can never go back.