Banned

White Prison

"You have been banned from existence."

"You have been banned from existence."

I wake to the sight of a cold, white, sterilized room, for the third time today. It seems that the space stretches out into infinity, there aren't any windows or lights, but somehow the room is bright enough to compete with the Sun. The amount of time I've spent in said room is interminable, as there isn't a device to measure time in sight. In fact, the only objects to be found are a chair, a table, and a sheet of paper. My watch is gone, along with my clothing and glasses. Standing alone, naked, in a strange room is not how any girl expects to spend her twenty-eighth birthday, but things don't always go as planned.

Something is different about the room when I wake up today, what I presume to be my third day, in this room to find writing on the sheet of paper.

"You have been banned from existence," it reads. The note was typed, not written, there aren't any signs of the paper being handled. Just the message: You have been banned from existence.

I am renowned by my peers for being able to keep a cool head in stressful situations, but for the life of me, I could not stop the what the fuck from escaping my mouth after reading that sentence.

"This vial trick that you are playing will not go unpunished," I shout into the white abyss, "negating the fact there I haven't been properly taken care of since you barbarians took me, you have forgotten who I am. You simply cannot keep me here!"

The deafening sound of silence was answer enough to my questions, I would not be leaving this white prison anytime soon. I didn't have any clever machinations on how to escape, in fact, I think all those plans would prove to be nonsensical. I try to hide the front of my bare body by laying atop the wooden table. my skin is similar enough that I imagine I blend in, like a chameleon. I can see my reflection in the polished wood, both of my parents looking back at me. I have my father's slanted eyes, his high cheekbones, and square jaw, I have my mother's toffee skin, curly hair, and round nose. I can only imagine what is going on in my parents minds right now.

There is not much to do when one is trapped inside of a doerless room with nothing but furniture. Thinking about the people whom I will find myself missing and who may miss me back is a good idea. Instead, I decide to spend the immeasurable amount time I have in here trying to fathom how I got myself in this situation in the first place.

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