Rosie
My legs trembled with anxiety as I struggled to stand up. Tears still streaming down my face, I began to breathe in steadily and calm myself. As I thoroughly surveyed my surroundings I noticed a door that I had failed to notice ever before. I felt a ping of guilt at this as I used to think of myself as wary and alert.
I slowly edged towards this door that seemed to emit darkness. My body was shaking with fear which my brain was trying to conquer. My whole brain was going crazy, completely unsure of what to do and how to do so. A rush of ecstasy shot through my veins which I guess was what made my arms reach out towards the door.
I felt a connection whizz through my senses as I made contact with the door handle. The gleaming brass handle clearly reflected my image. However, in the reflection, I did not see myself. Instead, I saw a young girl, who looked as if she had just fought a war single handedly. Despite this, I gave the door a gentle tug, and opened it...
I had to blink several times to check that I wasn't actually in a dream, yet every time I blinked, it became more and more unrealistic. The room was filled with pictures of myself. They were blanketed in cobwebs and dust but all the same, there was not a space without a picture of myself. I was confused. Upset, distraught and confused.
I sat on the floor and screamed... My whole world seemed to implode and my sanity seemed to fly out the window. I didn't know what to do. Curled in a ball, my mind was racing. Thoughts of who's photos these were, and why they had them. Each of which were becoming less likely every second...
