Insanity

insanity - 11

That Ander Brown completely spoiled my day, if he hadn't have taken up so much time speaking to me, I would have been exploring and committing anything I saw to memory so I could paint it later on; now I am to stay in my room for what will feel like years in comparison to the amount of freedom I had just experienced. 

I walk towards the mirror in my bathroom, I don't usually look in the mirror, I always try to forget what I look like, but it's hard in a place like this, everything reflects your image. My light brown hair has grown so much longer now, it reaches midway down my spine; my fringe has grown out too, covering most of my pale green eyes, speckled with yellow. I don't cry looking at myself this time, I just stare, and my reflection stares back; it hurts to be reminded of my family, of my sister and my mother, I looked so much like them; I look away, it hurts to much, I'll go mad if I keep looking at myself.

So I glanced back one more time, I let the single tear fall from my eye as I punched the mirror; letting it shatter, making the fragments go in all different directions, one struck my cheek as fell to the ground in a fit, screaming and crying, wondering why this ever happened to me, why I was so messed up, why I couldn't I deal with it; yet, I still wanted so very much to live, but I would still replace myself for my mother and sister; they deserved to live more than I ever did. 

I don't remember anything else as the staff come rushing into my room; I stop moving, breathing and my vision is gone, I've finally been consumed by the likes of darkness and it will end with the nightmares, it always does.