Reyna awoke in a fuzzy white room, the horrible color attaching itself to every surface. Door-less. Her small frame was wrapped in a white smock, more white. Floor, ceiling, walls, white. All white. Suddenly a wisp came from one of the walls. An echo in the quaint room, edges coated with a squishy substance. A tall woman walked in, Reyna's vision still blurring. The woman walked slowly, the door automatically closing behind her, camouflaging back into the wall. Only once the figure was inches in front of her eyes did Reyna recognize her.
"Welcome back, freak." Nancy said, a malicious smile on her crème lips, a thick wrapping around her neck, keeping her throat from falling through, and a white briefcase in her hands. Reyna didn't have enough time to think of the irony and predictability of the briefcase. Her screams came first.
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Greeting Insanity
General FictionI find comfort in the colors of the world That's where the "doctors" have it wrong Sticking people like me In rooms adorned only with Plain Crisp White Walls White room White bed White toiletries White necessities It's vile It's cruel And it makes...
