Steps of Dying

Isolation

Step 1- Isolation

I sat there, legs crossed, arms folded,  back erect, staring straight ahead, unmoving.  The room I was in was... white.  Matte white tiled walls, ceiling and floor, matte white trim, the 'furniture' a slab of white velour covered foam masquerading as a bed, the door, was flush with the wall, tiled on the inside, and handleless so it couldn't be seen when closed.  I was all in white too, from my white plimsoles and socks, through white underwear and t-shirt to white velour tracksuit.  I was the only color in the room, and that wasn't much. My overgrown brown hair, the kind that gets mistaken for black, falls to my shoulders, my skin looking blue from all the veins showing through, my eyes as black as midnight skies.  With nothing to do, and nothing to look at, it was a dull, sterile existence, it wasn't really living.  OR that's what they thought....