I caved.
I moved my head. I wasen't even thinking about it. I heard something other then scratching and it made me insane. It made me turn my head. It might not be a big deal to someone else. But to the fallen souls in here, it is. Being stubborn is the only thing keeping me alive.
They tighten.
The walls, they tighten. They don't move, but they do tighten. How do i know this? I just do. Information has been carefully put here. Only the information that he would want me to know. I don't know how to describe it. I also don't know what to do with my head. When i realised my mistake, I clenched my jaw so hard it started vibrating from the pressure. I can't stop it. I feel like a person inside a crazy house. Where everyone is wearing white and sitting in wheelchairs. That I know too.
Stop being crazy.
I can't.
Yes you can.
Why?
There is something stuck in my head. Perhaps a song. It reminds me of my home. my earlier life. My wellbeing.
...
I don't remember any details, or the song.
Why does he erase everything so quickly?
When I moved my head I heard it. The ticking slowed down. I know this because the wallpaper stopped ripping in the same moment. I dreaded that clock. I do, and I did. But now I hate it more. Because it stopped, I now have nothing.
YOU ARE READING
The door at the end of the hall.
De TodoHow does it feel to be loved by everyone, and not to be hated? How does it feel to be perfect, with no scratches? How does it feel to have everything you could wish for? How does it feel to be in a loving relationship? How does it feel to be lonely...
