A gleam of darkness, a ray of hope

Celled

I woke with a splitting, burning sensation at the crown of my head. My hand automatically flew to the spot the pain from and once touched, it only radiated more. Pulling it back down I wiped the blood off and tried to sit up, steadying myself, I began to look around. This place was unfamiliar, it was more like the direct opposite of my old home. It was nice, polished,and accented with a crown molding of pure ebony. Yes, the walls were dark, but the furniture made the room all more bright, the bedding was of white silk draped in a silver canopy, in which I had found myself laying upon.

Instead of being over whelemed with fear my heart rate was normal, and I tentatively placed my feet on the coal black wood floors. My eyes searched the room, once standing, and noticed only a single thing, there were no windows, no mirrors, no asseccories anywhere to be found. I became aware of the fact that this room has been vacant for a long period, cobwebs set in the corner and an inch of dust covered the antique furniture.

My eyes squinted and peered at the heavy, mahogany door that set on the opposite wall of the bed. My legs swiftly carrier me close enough to to touch it. Then, quiet as could be I bent down and pressed my cheek to the freezing ground. Shaking at the gust of icy air I peeped through the bottom.

Perceiving nothing, I stood back and decided to renew my search. My fingers lingered on the soot covered walls and stopped me to look at any thing that disturbed the smooth texture. Lacking hope, I plopped in front of the ashy fireplace and stared at the cold dark brick. Then my mind began to ponder, and finally getting an idea I rushed to the middle and leaned my neck back as far as possible. There was a reason the fire place was so vacant, there was no way for the smoke to eccape, the chimney stood forty feet high and was blocked off at its tip. If the fire couldn't escape, I certianly didn't have any hope to hold onto.

I arose and slumped over the bed covering myself in silk comforter. If this was my sisters work there is no way she would let me lay here is die, I am apart of a bigger plan, I just can't see it yet.

I wasn't worried about myself, I know I will win when it comes down to the two of us. No, I was scared about wondering what she will use to hurt me. If she wanted to defeat me, she knows my weaknesses. One of them I was left thinking about. Thinking about the night we had, about the two of us stranded in the forest with no warmth but each other, about how that night was the night I poured my heart into his.

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My head floated back down to the where the pillow rested itself, soon I too feel into the same rest. After what I asumed was only a minuts worth of sleep I was slowly pulled back into my own reality, one consisting of lonliness, abandonment, and emotiness, a sort of reality I was awe to familiar with. But recently this acuality has been slightly atlered, for the past few days a man has wounded ans dented my walls that I had personaly made with the bricks stirred and poured with these ingrediants. 

It started with the porring of the cement to make the bricks, only one ingredient was needed to perfect the building blocks, lonliness. After losing the only thing I really loved in this cruel and unfair world I soon became enriched with lonliness, for I had no one there who truly felt what I had. 

The second ingrediant is much harder to come by, only few people gain this, I was one of those unlucky few. Pure and total abandonment, yes I may have had lost the one I most cares for, but I also lost everyone surroundimg me...everyone. These select people had too been taken from me, the worst part was that they had chosen to dissert me. When this realization had finally strucken me, i was engulfed in the fact that i had been and will continue to be abandoned. Thus providing a structure to begin stacking the bricks.

Finally, comes the last step in my wall, by far the easiest one yet. I had felt this in to many ways to explain. It grabs you by th heart, slowly at first, gently at times, but when you least expect it, your already crushed. Now all you can do is sit and its emptiness knowing you have nothing. This is why my wall has been built so tall, it protects me, so I never again have to feel this pain again. A pain so unbearable that it's as if your living in your own personal prison, one that tortures you until you  can no longer carry on, the worst part...you' re trapped.