Anonymous

Chapter I

**Authors note: im just writing what comes to the top of my head.

Enjoy.😊

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"Damn, was all the words I could form in my brain as I gaze at the straight forward walls in my room. Those uninventive white walls that have a sharp, edge corner at the tip are irritating to a imaginative mind. The windows without a trace of sunshine or a place of comfort. The off brown stainless cushion floor is sunken by my weight as I lay aimlessly staring at the chipped ceiling. My rough, blackened palms overlap each other as I place them behind my thick , nappy hair.

My lengthy, worn out legs are intertwined with each other wearing my purposely ripped denim jeans smothering my lower body. My dearest jeans that I designed myself ; I would classify myself as a fashion designer in the making, but I can't even imagine being devoted to anything again.

My bed, well let's not discuss the cardboard , stiff mattress. I could elaborate for months on in about my hell hole. Life? NO! my existence is not considered a life. Although, if you consider being in a hell hole from the time you could first inhale oxygen , then you could say it's not even awkward.

Starring.

Just starring. My head is about to explode with all the time I have. All this time, but I stare. I stare at the same old chipped wall wishing it could magically renovate itself, so I'd have something new to stare at. My head is spinning uncontrollably , and my brain is compacted with thoughts , ideas , and a feeling of emptiness. All I could possibly do to react is grieve in my own sorrow.