I edited it a bit...
Stuck in this wiltering room, my blurred eyes shut tight, facing the glowing lamp as small grey mice scatter close to my feet with my weak hands holding them closer. They were the ones keeping me company all the time and with the burning flame flickering through the thick monsoon, it only makes me feel worse. Why am I here? Why am I still alive? All I know is that there's no way out. I don't want to pray. I don't want to sleep. I just want to dream, because I know it will not become reality, for dreams are only for believers. I can't believe. I wish I could be free. Free from this sickening place, it is all I know is certain, apart from death. I've given up. I'm sick of this. Sick of me being here. Being here right now. As I try and stand up to the wooden floorboards, a flash of light blinds my fading eyes from my sight of oblivion from dusty window stilts as the skies cry, flooding my view of the outside. Falling back in surprise heavily, my back punches the floor and at that moment, wind pushes me down into another place, is this the end?
My pale hands grasp the planks still existing in my dark room. I look down to see a floor with the atmosphere tasting of fear as my long tousled hair, as black as night itself hangs heavily to my head like roots of a flower. Letting go of my tight grip I fall into the unknown with my knees and sharp elbows supporting the rest of my body. I stand up with my grey eyes sheltered upon my thick fringe with my white nightdress spreading flat to the ground, as long as what they call my universe 'The Milky Way'.
No soul was seen. No breath was heard. As I pace, my footsteps begin to explore through the dark world that I see before me, with the marble floor creaking with every step I was taking. I begin to ponder, will the lightning strike before the hostile creatures come? Or will the big brown sticks stand, being set ablaze through the fire and the flames?
A sparkle of shine finds my eye with my straight hair draping down my broad shoulders. My feet stop. My eyes face to... my own self . A mirror, I suppose? Or is this just dream? Engraved with its silver, framed with gold, the glass was touched by my finger. It began to split my reflection into cracks. Shocked by the shrieking sound, I let my delicate finger out of reach of the mirror and my clouded iris' commenced to shrink. Behind the distance, a man of stone appears from the corner of shaded mirror. A museum of surprises, I'd say. My tongue speaks of silence aside from the taste of shattered metal and dust.
As silent seconds past I peer poker-faced at the frozen human. It's eyes shriek of pain, it's arms defending its mortal life. I just can't stop staring at it. A few moments later, as my light eyelids blink, with the majestic mirror focused on the stone figure. Her (my) head turned to my back; bonded mist, even darker than poison, escaped from the depths of the carvings mouth, slithering through the shaded tiles. Its invisible eyes haunting my mind. This is a never ending nightmare! Fear germinated in my mind, what is happening?!
My focus panned to the severed glass again, seeing her (my) reflection displayed her (my) eyes, shocked, afraid. And as she (I) paced behind slowly, with her (my) shivering hands overlaying my mouth as she (I) had no other words to speak. It came closer and closer. Panicking, her (my) I could hear withered whispers and as the unknown monster climbed to her (my) shoulder, a bite on her (my) neck threw thick liquid, as red as roses all over the severed glass.
That was when I saw behind my shoulder, to my left, the very same monster arising from its own grave.
