The room was cold when I woke up this morning. It was my only sign of winter. Suddenly a sharp contrast of a crystallized snowflake appeared in my thoughts. I have never recalled seeing a snowflake before yet in the back of my head, I know it is one. Just as I began to think and dwell on the image in my mind, it fades away. Seeming to drift away, floating and escaping through the creases of my thoughts. When the image is gone, my head automatically tilts upward to see if any new markings had appeared on the wall. To my surprise, there was gathering dots to my surroundings. I felt that I was less alone. I had my unreadable words on the wall, the dark red smudge where I had punched the unforgiving surface, my escape route made of pens and paper, and finally you reader. Whoever you are, you make my letter escape seem more bearable. It gives me hope that I might see another day outside these unending walls that close in on me every time I blink. I have so much suffocating space that I get lost in thought. How the snowflake occurred to me, how the paper and pen had appeared in my room? I wasn't sure how I had been knocked out in my fury. I had no idea why I knew I needed to write to reader. Somehow it was a communication through my brains, as though I thought was teleported into it. Had I been gone for all long that I had forgotten the technology of my world. I looked down at my scarred knuckles and the dry pale surface of the skin that haunts me. So translucent it might fade into the walls behind it if not carefully inspected. Who was behind the face I claimed as my own. What features showed past the bridge of my nose? I was nobody in this cold harsh atmosphere. There was no reader to save me. I was alone. My legs grew weak and my body curled up into a corner, I resolved I would not eat, I would take my life into my own hands. It was time to take control.
