Suffocation

Broken Mirror

Suffocating.

That's how it feels to be stuck in here, staring at the same walls, the same old boring white. The room never changes, never has anything to look at, no decoration, no mirrors, no nothing. I never know the time, the date, the reason. Always wondering..

What do they want?

What do they need?

What could they have against a little girl?

I pick at the buttons on my clothes. Feeling the orange cotton press against my sensitive skin, giving me the only sensation of feeling. It's always perfectly ironed, perfectly clean, perfectly perfect. Who knows what cleans this room or cleans these clothes.

It drives me crazy sometimes, waking up to see that still nothing has changed. The only way I keep myself sane in this bright room is talking to myself. Although, maybe that makes me more insane. You can't blame me though, who else am I supposed to express my worries to? The cameras?

They don't talk much, they just watch. Stalking me with their dark frame, never leaving my sight.

But why? There's no way for me to escape, or anyway for me to hurt myself... all I have is a bed.

Yeah, that's white too. It's my only release. The only source of warmth and comfort, it gives me a sense of Déjà vu. As if I had my own bed once.

A bed fit for a child, a child with family and friends. A child with curiosity, imagination and exploration. A reason to dream...

Dreams, they help me.

They give me visions of the outside world. It's so blue, so green, so beautiful.

I remember the bridge, yeah that's right... It was my safe place. It was surrounded by luscious trees, gorgeous nature. There was a river that swam through my secret place, running under the bridge, guiding the fishes to another world.

A new world, a perfect escape.

There was another girl once, she was my best friend. I can't remember her name, but we used to always play together in the water. She always wanted to play mermaids, maybe she wished to swim away as well.

Yet here I am, stuck sitting in the middle of the room, on the tiled floor. Watching the metallic door that brings me my daily meals, waiting for something, anything.

Always waiting.

Waiting...

Waiting...

Please, just let something happen. I can't stand this anymore! My hands press into my eyes, squeezing as different colours and shapes come into my mind.

I want to go home...

What even is home?

...

'Number 11037.' A dark voice called from the robust door.

Have I really started to go crazy?

Do I answer? What happens if I answer?

'Hello?' My voice croaked towards the door, almost too weak to hear.

'We have someone here for you, you should know her very well. She is just here to ask you some questions. The same as last time... so do not worry.' The door sounded weary towards the end.

She? Who is she? I've never met another person here.

Have my prayers finally been answered, after so long of waiting.