51 Days

Day 2

When I wake, I'm still too tired to stand. At first, the room is pitch black, but I blink a couple times, and the light turns on.

It takes a couple seconds, but soon my eyes adjust to the lighting. I turn and see the granola bar on the ground. I shakily grab it.

As I open it, I look around. The room doesn't have a speck of dust in it. The writing on the wall is mostly by the door.

I take small bites of the granola bar, but I'm not very hungry. I set down the half-eaten granola bar and look at myself.

I wear grey baggy sweatpants, and a dark purple hoodie. My feet are bare. I think I remember something now, something small. Purple. It was...

I try to remember why purple seems so important, but my mind leaves to another thought. I see a 3 drawn in marker on my right hoodie sleeve. Why is this 3 so important?

I hear a small ding behind me, and the door opens. I spin around, looking at the door. I see someone, but I don't know who. Just their hands as they put a peice of paper and a small flower in through the small door.

The door shuts before I can even react. When I do, I grab the two things. First, I read the note.

Leo, food will be served later, we assume you aren't hungry after the granola bar. The flower is a Lily. Ring a bell?

I look at the flower, holding it up. "Lily," I mutter, holding it up. Yes it does. But...I don't know why.

I feel something on my cheek and wipe my cheek with my hand. Tears? Why?

I place the 2 notes I've gotten in a stack in the corner, placing the Lily atop of them. I grab the granola bar, but I'm still not hungry enough. I place it with the lily.

The tears have stopped, but I'm still wondering why they started. I want something to look at, other than the scratched up walls and big 3.

I look at the flower. It's pretty, but I have a feeling that it's not only about the flower, but it's name too. "Lily," I think out loud.  This Lily is pure white. To me, the name is very fitting. When I think of the name Lily, I think of color, beauty, and creativity. "Such a simple name to describe something that isn't as simple as it seems. That's how I see it anyway..." I realize I'm talking out loud again. Who am I even talking to? The flower?

I laugh a bit too loud. No one can hear me. I'm alone. Alone with this Lily and my thoughts. It's scarier than I'd imagine.

Sorry this took over a month to update. I just have a lot going on. Thing is, people don't really read this anyway, so...I guess it doesn't matter? Whatever....