The chains around my neck keep the precious air away from my already burning lungs.
The chain through my chest pierces my heart.
It hurts and my legs gave away under me a long time ago. Sitting there in the endless darkness, I look at the mirror right in front of me and I scream: "Why me?", but all I got in reply was the cruel laughter of my keeper.
Is it something that I've done?
Or is it something that everyone else thought I've done?
In the mirror I see myself, but not myself at the same time. It's a six year old version of myself and she looks at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her blood red eyes are hidden behind long white bangs. Her head is bowed, but still... I can see the tears. Those crystal-like tears.
She looks up at me and she looks directly into my eyes.
She opens her mouth despite the threads keeping it shut until now.
"Please wake up. It hurts!"
And I sit up with a gasp. My bed soaked with sweat and the wire of my headphones around my neck, the playlist on my cellphone already over.
