Broken Reflection

Human Crutches

A loud thump echoed the room as I hit the ground my nose breaking and my cheek instantly cold and throbbing from the impact and my head hitting hard wood. Tears threatened my eyes but I kept my composure. And in a matter of seconds I placed my fist firmly in the ground trying to support my body.

My raised hand searched for anything to support my weight and I immediately felt a warm fabric under my touch. I placed my hand firmly on it and hoisted myself up. I heard the jingling sound of metal from a distance, I raced to the door in realization.

Stumbling, another loud thump echoed in the room as I groaned in agony. I quickly took action ignoring all physical pain. My head was pounding, my nose numb, my arms sore and legs slightly bruised with my cheek stinging in pain.

I ignored it all and reached out to the door handle with a tiny spark of hope.  It wouldn't open, I tried countless times yet after the second attempt I knew it was hopeless but I was in denial.

I banged on the door as hard as I could. My eyes scrutinized the dimly lit room, searching for anything, literally anything. I ran my hand through my hair and the scowl on my face deepening in distress. I searched my pockets frantically, I hissed in pain and withdrew my hands only to see shards of blood stained glass. My blood, it had slipped my mind that my phone was broken. I had grabbed it in hopes of it working, taking it out carefully, and hope dispersed into thin air.

I combed my now messy hair with my hand trying to figure out what I could do but I only hit my back against the door in defeat as I sighed, tears rolling down my eyes. Memories flashing. My heart pounding. Stairs!

My traumatic experience with stairs flooded my mind taking over my thoughts. My back slid down and I sat on the floor, taking out the pieces of glass on my hand. I took deep breaths as the air got thicker. I raised my head again looking around. Trapped. I gazed at the window and the faintly visible tree top with dark spherical objects that I assumed were fruits. I was too high up to escape through the window, climbing down would be nearly impossible in my frail state.

I pushed myself up and lazily or more tiredly carried myself to the purple fluff cover on the bed I had banged my head on two minutes ago. I absently stared at the plain walls my heart beating slower and slower. My eyes grew heavy, my pounding heart being the only sound I could hear. Darkness consumed me.

After a timeless slumber my eyelids flutter, my eyes opened, I looked out the closed window. My head was pounding once again from the loud booming music in the background. I was so caught up in the moment that I was oblivious to everything else as time had seemed to slow down, every second passing torturously slow.

I stood up not able to hear anything but the thunderous sound of the music yet I couldn't make out the lyrics. Concentration was scarce at this point and I used what little strength I had to make another pointless attempt to escape.

I make my way to the window my hands meeting the cold glass and I winced slowly removing my hands. Blood stained the once crystal clear, stainless window and I sighed.

I attempted to move to the the bed but tripped falling for the third time tonight. I looked at my feet wrapped in fabric, the curtain which explains why the window was not covered by them.

Pushed, I braced myself for impact instinctively searching for support only yanking on a fabric falling to the floor. I tried getting up and dashing to door but was pushed once more my head banging on hard wood as my body hit the cold floor, my frail body lying next to what I discovered was the bed.

Recalling more events I remembered I was the one who yanked them off the curtain rail. I had a lot of explaining to do to whoever was the resident of this room.