Sometimes your brain is jumbled. All the thoughts in your head swirling around faster than you can keep up with. Each thought making you more and more worried. Sometimes you just want to make everything stop. And when you can’t you like you want to scream. But you find yourself not able to. The thoughts swirling around in your mind drowning out you own voice. These thoughts aren’t yours. How could they be? If they were you would be able to stop them. Another thought floats by. Everything around you starts to fade. You can’t feel your limps as the muscles relax. You see yourself falling but your arms don’t respond. You can’t stop yourself. You see yourself falling and you hit the ground. You see the floor at eye level. The little fringes of carpet sticking up all around you. But you still can’t move. The only thing you can feel is your heart beating in your chest like a ticking time bomb waiting until the count down is over to explode right out of your chest. Your eyes move around seeing the plain white wall opposite of you. No one is around and you’re stuck on the floor. You try and will your body to move but it stays. You try and remember where you were going but the thoughts are still swirling around as if stopping all of your thoughts and movements. Your eyelids start dropping and you try but you can’t keep them open. The white wall and the carpet slowly disappear as your eyes finally close. The thoughts are still swirling not leaving you alone. You try again to make them go away. Trying to picture to darkness you see to fill your mind. What feels like hours later you feel your mind slow. The thoughts disappearing. You feel your heart slow and you are able to wiggle your fingers and toes again. You open your eyes to find an unfamiliar scene. Your still laying down so you lift your head and then slowly sit up. You look around and see you are in a small dark room. The air is dry and hot. All the walls are painted black and on the wall furthest from you there is a white door. You stand up on the ruff carpet and walk over to the door slowly. You jiggle the hand to check if it is locked and find that it is. Where am I? You ask yourself. You had been home. What else? You can’t remember much. You were in your bedroom. No one was home. You had gone to the kitchen. But did you ever make it to the kitchen? You strain your mind trying to force yourself to remember. You start to remember little bits but most of it is fuzzy. You remember a white wall. But you can’t remember why. You stat to panic not knowing where you are or how you got here. You hear something on the other side of the door and you go back to lying down on the floor where you first where. You close your eyes not knowing who is going to come in or what they want. You hear the door open and footsteps getting closer to you. You keep your eyes closed.
