White surrounds me. White gowns, white people, white places. Humanoids walk by me in glimpses, flickering like spirits. Maybe they are spirits. This place is untamed.
The sound of whispers brush against me. I am still not void of the poison of opinions. My cheeks flush a deep scarlet as I shuffle up to nowhere. Desks appear, and I scuttle by them, white leather heels clicking on the matching floor. Numbers spew from my mouth. Measurements are taken, lies are told, and my silk sundress his adjusted. I walk, my reflection staring back at me on the white pavement. Mumbles fill my ears, my eye swell wide, and I fall to the ground, knees instantly bruising. Shaking, tears roll down my face. I can't believe what has just been uttered beneath their breath.
