Alone in her room, she’s not aloud to go outside just yet. She has to keep the door open always, for obvious reasons. Lace gets up and starts to pace across her room, “This is bullshit,” she thinks to herself.
“Just let me go outside.” She paced faster and faster, and she looks at the sealed suicide prevention locked windows. Closed in. Watching.
Heavy breathing.
Faster breathing.
Fast, fast, fast.
Locked in here.
Caged.
Caged.
Caged.
Lace falls on the floor and the walls are closing in on her. There is a 200 pound weight on her chest. She can’t breathe, and she is gasping and gasping for air.
“Lace?” a counselor says, entering the room. Lace is on the floor curled up, unable to find her breath.
“Lace, are you okay? Tell me what you need,” the counselor says.
Lace can barely make out the letter S before gasping for air again.
“What?” the counselor asked, worried now.
It was as it always is. It never gets easier, but she manages to spit out the word, “Song.”
The counselor was confused still. “Song?! Do you want music?”
Well, of course she did. Music always made her calm and without her phone that was something she could not do. Lace frantically nodded her head. The counselor did the first thing that came into her mind. She started to sing to Lace.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. Oh, please don’t take my sunshine away.”
She took one breath. Then another, and soon at a steady rate. “Lace, how are you feeling?” Like earlier, she didn’t speak. Lace just sat there, on the floor, embarrassed that the counselor saw that.
“My name is Anne, if you need anything else, please let me or another staff member know.”
YOU ARE READING
In my own little world.
Short StoryLace is a girl going through a troubled time in her life. She's dealing with so many things and just trying to get through it day by day. The story starts off at her in a mental facility after an implied suicide attempt. Author Note: I hope you all...