It's cold. Dark, and dangerous. The corner of which I sit is damp and gloomy. An angered blaze burned around my soul. A pitch black, hooded figure stood in the center of my mind. A dangerous place that is.
He tells me I'm no good
He tells me to commit to loves ways
He tells me danger is drawing near
But I never listened to the voice inside my head.
Thunder struck the horizon of my heart, my sorrow and sadness pounded like a drum beat.
I lay afraid of my surroundings: a crystal White paint damp on the cold walls, grey tiled flooring and the bed in the corner. I have no belongings and no I.D my blue eyes ringed black and my warm fury of tears of weakness are my only friends apart from the frail jacket hugging my body, buckled but I can't move a single muscle.
I wear several heavy scars on my arms. The dagger of which I held firmly that day almost ended life for me.
The sun barely smiled at me. The clouds were always crying. Sometimes I wonder if life is meant for me, a sudden knock at my room window
"a visitor seeks for you. He's in the waiting office awaiting your arrival" it calmly called to me.
"May you help me to my feet" I asked timidly
It entered my empty room and pulled me to stand. I hobbled to the front door. I could taste the freedom on my lips. The gusty breeze brushed my black gentle hair. I strolled through the corridor in my purple converse boots they dare not take these from me.
I peeked through a creaky door a slim pale figure stood there staring at me with his silver eyes his fluffy brown hair stood still his trench coat burned a dark grey and his black skinnies torn at the knees and his steel toe cap boots were stained in mud.
"hello remember me, it's Chris? Your boyfriend.." he looked puzzled at my confused eyes
"I've come to take you home, they can no longer hurt you" he gently held out his paw to hold my freezing fragile hand
The woman who held me hostage returned my sweet memories, clothing also my drawing pad. She released me from my clingy jacket so my arms swung free my wounds from the leeches and candle burns lingered on my skin.
If only I could change one thing. I would change my life in the asylum the changes the gaps in need to fill with my current freedom
While I still have my angel.
