rukio 8924 Share Posted September 2, 2013 The door was locked, the walls blank and pure as paper. The girl turns her head from side to side, studying the walls as she quietly hums along to the song in her mind. The room, bare beyond the girl, her pens, and notebook, has been her home for longer than she had wanted. Stopping her humming, the girl begins to sway side to side. Sighing deeply, she closed her eyes and laughed as the sound echoed off of the walls. Lying back, she rests her head on her hands and shuts her eyes. “Lord, we know what we are but know not what we may be.” She says softly, suddenly pushing herself up and running to the wall in front of her, a pen in her right hand. Uncapping it, the girl begins to write the quote of Ophelia from Hamlet upon the blank wall. Standing back, she turns her head from side to side, her eyes never leaving the blue words. A smile forms on the girl’s face as she begins to laugh, feverishly reciting the words to herself over and over again in the unmoving room. She begins to spin around, letting the walls blur into one empty circular hell. Staggering to get her balance the girl laughs again. Her eyes widen at the sound of footsteps and she drops the pen, looking all around for the source of the sound. Nothing moves and she shrieks, falling to her knees. Still hearing the sound, the girl begins to pound on her forehead with her wrists. Shaking her head, she cries out for silence, pleading with the nothingness for silence. “Why. Why. No. Please no. It’s not my fault. I swear it! PLEASE STOP!” She screams at the wall in front of her, tears streaming down her face. Growing more and more frustrated as times goes, the girl lies on her side and begins to scratch at the top of her arms. Eyes wide, she bites her lower lip until a small trickle of blood comes from it. Feeling this, she panics and begins to scratch even more harshly at her arms until they turn red. Still not stopping, her long fingernails begin to cause her arms to bleed. Horrified at this, the girl stands abruptly and runs to the nearest wall. “LET ME OUT! PLEASE! I’M BEGGING YOU!” She cries, pounding her fists against the wall in a futile attempt to draw attention to herself. There came no answer and she quickly grew fatigued. Giving up, her willpower broken, the girl trembled and turned, slowly sliding down the side of the wall, blood streaks forming from her arms. Hiding her face in her hands, the girl begins to cry, trapped, alone with her thoughts. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Share Posted September 2, 2013 Interesting read Wither, oddly I can relate being trapped with my own thoughts .-. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadeleaf 1022 Share Posted September 2, 2013 Once more, you deliver x3 Good job on this one! And as always, it's pretty relatable. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knox213 10 Share Posted August 2, 2015 Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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