Wilted Flower

The Tall Man

Emptiness is something that has been around me for quite some time. My everyday mood, depression is something that some people just throw around for fun, laughter, and games. Depression is something I go through every day, it's the type of emptiness I feel every day.

If I woke up somewhat happy would the rest of my day be hell? Or if I woke up sad will the rest of my day be good? The truth is I don't know, that's why I stick to what I'm used to, if I feel empty than it wouldn't really matter the outcome.

What I ask myself every day of my life is why exactly do I always feel empty? Yes, I've been hurt for most of my life, but shouldn't you at least still have other human emotions in you? There are so many questions, but so many unanswered. What would happen if all those questions were answered, would you wish you never had those answers?

My head, my head hurt, it had been a long time since I've had a headache this bad. I felt like my heart was in my head. I opened my eyes; everything was blurred a little, it felt like I was on the brink of death. My vision finally came to focus, my body was still waking up. I forced My body to sit up, I needed to piece together what just happened even though my brain wasn't completely functioning yet.

When I looked around, I was on what would appear to be a king-sized bed, such beautiful designs. I looked around the room and the walls beautifully made, paintings on the walls. This room screamed expensive, luxurious, and I didn't need to see outside of this room or even explore to see it.

There was still one question burning in my mind, where the hell was I? It was like the world I didn't know; my life had flipped on me. I never in a million years would have imagined myself to be in a beautiful room such as this one. I got up to walk to the door, but as I was walking my body felt weak.

"Shit, how am I supposed to face whoever Brang me here." I whispered.

In the condition I was in, the person who Brang me here could just touch me and I'd probably collapse. I mean I woke up with a headache, I don't know what their intentions were.

"Well, here we go." I said.

I opened the door, stepping outside I entered a long hallway with other room doors on the side, while I was walking, I was led to an elevator. I stepped into the elevator, and when I got in, I saw the number of floors and it had one through five. I still couldn't believe it, I felt like I was in a dream but a nightmare at the same time. I pressed the first floor, hoping that I'd get out of here without being spotted. I arrived on the first floor and I didn't see a front door, I saw the windows, so I knew it was dark outside.

I got to part of the house where it looked like a living room, but I wasn't sure. I then got a good whiff of what smelled like beef, the smell of a meal familiar to me, it was called Brazilian style with beef, potato, and salad, at least that's what my dad called it. My dad would bring this home from time to time, but not that often because it was expensive, the way it tasted was worth the cost though.

I was curious; were they making dinner for me? I felt like this was directly for me somehow. As I turned around standing in front of me was a tall man with broad shoulders, it was the man I somewhat described at the top of my stairs. This time I could see him clearly, no shadows, the light was bright enough to describe him in full detail.

The racial color of his skin was white, a little bit of facial hair, his face however was a little pale looking, his eyes I would've said they were brown, but no, they were a mixture they were almost like a caramel color.

There was something off about him, his aura was somewhat lonely, or empty just like mine, but he had something else to him I couldn't quite figure out. I'm not going to lie, I examined his face a little too much, I realized that I thought his face was handsome. Shouldn't I be mad right now, why was I being ridiculous.