" Have you ever been in a room ? With four walls , one ceiling and a floor . All grey and dull . There's no door and there's no window . How you got in , you don't know . The first day , you're confused and afraid . The second day , not much happened . Same old ! Same old ! The third day , you're starting to get bored , in the worst way possible . You're still frightened and you're still bewildered. The fourth day , all these emotions turn into frustration. You look for something . Anything . That will get you of this room . This nondescript , dimly lit room . Huh? A room with no door and no window shouldn't be lit in anyway . You look around , for the source of light . There , tucked behind the gray- wall like curtain - is a small window , boarded with metal bars .
You look outside and you see your home . The world that you came from , going on smoothly and swiftly , without you . The people that you live with , are there . Not a bit concerned about you , the main character of your story . It's like you don't exist anymore . They all look great . In fact , you've never seen them more happy . You're sad , your mind that had not given up until now , suddenly tells you to not do it anymore . What was it that you were doing anyway?
' It doesn't matter ' , your mind tells you . ' let's just stop . i can't take it anymore and neither can you . Our world , which used to be a beautiful place , is not ours anymore . We're trapped inside this dingy , dark room . This is our world now and i don't want to be in it . Not now . Not ever . It's dark and it's ugly . I hate it . I feel suffocated. ' It keeps on crying and crying .
You agree. You see something you've never seen before . You feel something you've never felt before . And now , you want to give up as well . You let go of the bars and slide down the window . You put your head in your arms , not doing anything but think. You think a lot , about everything . Slowly , tears start dripping down your face , drop after drop , until you're crying rivers . your throat feels stuffed and parched , your heart feels squeezed and confined , your stomach keeps on dropping into nothing.
Then , a sob breaks out , followed with a howl . Like an animal in pain , you howl and you cry . You tug on your hair , you dig your nails into the palms of your hands . ' Stop it' you beg ' somebody make it stop . Please.' After a long time , very long time , you feel tired . Your eyes are drooping and so is your head . Just when you're about to fall asleep . you hear a voice . it's calling your name . You look around , with heavy eyes , trying to make out the words . You don't hear much but you catch a couple sentence . Something along the line , ' you're strong, you're brave , you're smart . Just believe in yourself . ' You've heard it somewhere before . In a movie ? No , it was in a cartoon , wasn't it ? A boy said that to a yellow bear . You can't remember it's name .You're very dazed right now but these words -these words wakes you up . Something inside you stirs and raise it's head . You look at your hands and you look at your feet . They're there and so are you . You get up , a littler shaken , a little tired . You climb on the ladder , again. The same one you climbed before .You don't remember when but you keep on climbing. You reach the window . You hold onto the bars , again, and muster all your energy to break them apart. It's hard and it's heavy , but if you believe it'll break , then it will . And so it did. Then , you use the same bars to dig around the window , until you make a hole big enough for you to get through . It's not easy and it's not fast . It takes days , weeks , months . You lost the count . Your hands are now blistered and swollen , wounded and hurt . But you don't stop . Finally the hole's big enough for you to crawl out . And that's what you do . You crawl and crawl in what seems like a huge tunnel . It wasn't supposed to be this big. It wasn't supposed to take this long . You were supposed to get out into the world right after you broke the wall . And , so , you get disheartened . You curl up into a ball , trying to figure out what you're doing . Trying to figure out why you're doing it . Trying to figure out where you're going . But you can't and so you cry . You cry , a lot . A lot more than yesterday but probably less than tomorrow . But after you're done , you get up and you start crawling again . Finally , you see light . After what seemed like an entire eternity , you reach the exit . You reach out , with you right hand , trying to touch the light . A little further , a little more and then -------"
I woke up , feeling extremely sore and light headed . I looked around . Oh! I was in the car . We were going back home . I checked the time , 1 am . I tried to remember what happened in the - in the dream? Was it a dream ? It felt so real . I couldn't exactly remember anything but my face was wet and my eyes were swollen . My mom was fast asleep , head lolling sideways into the window. My dad , who was humming along the soft music , noticed it and rearranged her head . And then , he started strumming his fingers on the steering wheels .
"Tomorrow " , I said to myself " Tomorrow , I'll talk to Melody . " I didn't want her to be sad anymore . I hated her smile , although beautiful , it was forcefully drawn . I hated the fact that she never made a peep when she wanted to cry . I hated that she couldn't let it all out and above all I hated that I didn't do anything until now . Tomorrow , I'll change it .
p.s.
Phewww!! this was quite long ,wasn't it? I hope you check out the video I attached at the top . I saw it a while ago and I wanted to incorporate into one of my stories , somehow . I wonder what you're feelings are on this chapter . Anyways , until next time , take care . :)
