Leez
Everyone is running out of time, I’m drowning in it. I cut myself and feel the bright red seconds bloom into peonies. I glare at the clock and the hours shatter at my side into a million nothings. Everyone moves on, everything moves on. Mocking me, while I’m stuck inside the walls of claustrophobia.
It’s been six years since I’ve been fixed in the same position, the same room. Two thousand, nine hundred and ninety days, three million, one hundred and fifty three thousand, six hundred minutes.
So much time to figure it out, yet I don’t know what to do.
My walls of hope has grown so thin, my tainted innocence has withered into the endless forest. I am alone, yes, that’s the word. Alone. I despise it. The most awful word in the English …show more content…
Alone. Alone.
I mumble the foreign word over and over again. Forming the syllables on my lips and rolling my tongue to the sounds. The word takes over me, weaving a shroud over me, allowing me to feel the only form of touch I will ever feel.
Suddenly, the metal flap opens in my room opens, and in slides my food tray, snapping me back into the cruel reality.
But there’s a note on it?
I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy. They’re wrong, I’m not crazy. I’m still alive. I’m just lost in an eternal abyss of enclosing walls of death, which never reaches me.
I am surprised to find my body crawl towards the paper. My arms are clawing the floor, pulling the lump that I am towards the first ever change in my daily routine. Sweat mattes my face with each step towards it.
New roommate.
That’s all it said. I desperately turn the paper over. Nothing. Much like me, nothing. Both of us existing us as the absence of something better. Questions are already flying around my head. What did this roommate do to end up with me? When will this roommate …show more content…
Anger was radiating off me. “That’s what they all say”.
He tilts his head, smirking as he assesses my newfound crazed form. “Get some sleep” he replies.
He walks over to my bed and makes himself at home. I lower myself down to the floor and stare at the scars that covered the walls. Frozen thoughts hover precariously in the dead space between us. Flickering images of the day haunts me, purging me deeper into the hole of despair I grew over the years.
I remember when I was just twelve years old and I was walking home from school. I always had my gloves on, even in the summer. I didn’t have a single friend, and my parents left me. The shock that was registered on my mother’s face and my father when he didn’t even bother to hide the disgust was forever engraved in my mind. A constant reminder that I will never be loved.
I always sat alone on the corner of the cafeteria during breaks and would just stare out the window. People ignored me and I ignored them. They avoided me like a disease, and I avoided them. I liked it that way.
He ran to me dark hair falling to his shoulders and brilliant blue eyes. He came with his friends, smirking at me “Hey look it’s the freak! Just imagine taking off those
Everyone is running out of time, I’m drowning in it. I cut myself and feel the bright red seconds bloom into peonies. I glare at the clock and the hours shatter at my side into a million nothings. Everyone moves on, everything moves on. Mocking me, while I’m stuck inside the walls of claustrophobia.
It’s been six years since I’ve been fixed in the same position, the same room. Two thousand, nine hundred and ninety days, three million, one hundred and fifty three thousand, six hundred minutes.
So much time to figure it out, yet I don’t know what to do.
My walls of hope has grown so thin, my tainted innocence has withered into the endless forest. I am alone, yes, that’s the word. Alone. I despise it. The most awful word in the English …show more content…
Alone. Alone.
I mumble the foreign word over and over again. Forming the syllables on my lips and rolling my tongue to the sounds. The word takes over me, weaving a shroud over me, allowing me to feel the only form of touch I will ever feel.
Suddenly, the metal flap opens in my room opens, and in slides my food tray, snapping me back into the cruel reality.
But there’s a note on it?
I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy. They’re wrong, I’m not crazy. I’m still alive. I’m just lost in an eternal abyss of enclosing walls of death, which never reaches me.
I am surprised to find my body crawl towards the paper. My arms are clawing the floor, pulling the lump that I am towards the first ever change in my daily routine. Sweat mattes my face with each step towards it.
New roommate.
That’s all it said. I desperately turn the paper over. Nothing. Much like me, nothing. Both of us existing us as the absence of something better. Questions are already flying around my head. What did this roommate do to end up with me? When will this roommate …show more content…
Anger was radiating off me. “That’s what they all say”.
He tilts his head, smirking as he assesses my newfound crazed form. “Get some sleep” he replies.
He walks over to my bed and makes himself at home. I lower myself down to the floor and stare at the scars that covered the walls. Frozen thoughts hover precariously in the dead space between us. Flickering images of the day haunts me, purging me deeper into the hole of despair I grew over the years.
I remember when I was just twelve years old and I was walking home from school. I always had my gloves on, even in the summer. I didn’t have a single friend, and my parents left me. The shock that was registered on my mother’s face and my father when he didn’t even bother to hide the disgust was forever engraved in my mind. A constant reminder that I will never be loved.
I always sat alone on the corner of the cafeteria during breaks and would just stare out the window. People ignored me and I ignored them. They avoided me like a disease, and I avoided them. I liked it that way.
He ran to me dark hair falling to his shoulders and brilliant blue eyes. He came with his friends, smirking at me “Hey look it’s the freak! Just imagine taking off those