I have walked down here before, haven't I?
It is quite a strange feeling to have, when you are somewhere you do not even know exist until now. I can confidently assure myself that this is the case, or at least, a voice in my head tells me that I should not have even a tiny piece of memory of this place. The grey tiles of stone that forms a descending pathway, the clean white concrete walls that wrap this pathway in their wrath, making it a lonely, narrow road. With the dim light of the sneaky moon, I could not see the end of this lifeless stony road.
I think that I do not know how I got here. My mind is not as clear as it was, not as much as I remember it to be, but I am not sure. I feel like I am looking through a dirty window, my mind is trapped inside a box of spikes that each time it moves, it aches.
And something bothers me. It must not be the weak moonlight that died before it lands. It must not be the lovable little stones that I contact with, with the each step I make. The walls. It is the glowing-white tall walls that separate me from the rest of the world. They frighten me. Every step down the pathway gradually makes me more and more horrified.
I stopped. Not does the fear creeping on my back stop me, but the solid wall standing firmly before me. Just like the ones on the sides, pure mass of white concrete. A dead end. For some reason my fright increases. I shiver and turn, just to find myself face to face with another snowy-white wall. I look left and right, finally realizing that these hideously white and tall walls are coming closer and closer. I can immediately picture myself, squeezed into pieces of gore by this box of concrete. I kneel and let out a scream, aimlessly landing my weak fists on the indestructible walls.
Some time later, I can barely remain intact even with my arms and legs folded into their tiniest. I bury my head between my knees, and I can already feel the hard wall gently kissing my skull. I closed my eyes as I prayed.
Maybe this is just a dream.
Maybe this is just an illusion.
I miss my mother.
Maybe we can eventually meet there.
In heaven.
