The Demon I Saw At Night

The white room

It's hard for me to explain the events that happened earlier this year. I've been told many times that I'm crazy, that my brain doesn't work like anybody else's. And maybe those people were right. Maybe I am a tiny bit crazy. 

I was living in a completely white room. Everything was blinding, it made me dizzy at times. The only color I saw daily was the birthday drawings my cousin had drawn me the last few years and my little bonsai tree. There weren't any windows in my room, only the bright lamps in my ceiling gave me light daily. I was looking at the latest birthday drawing, it said "happy birthday Seven, 15 years!" in the corner. It had pink glitter particles all over it and I couldn't really figure out what the drawing was supposed to represent. Honestly, I hated those drawings. They reminded me of them. I sat up and slowly swung my legs out the bed. I put my slippers on and walked over to the drawings. I tore them down, threw them in the trash and walked back. As I laid back down my nurse came in. She gave me my usual "goodnight" glass of water. It had a hidden pill in it and I never drank it. My nurse never asked me anything. She was just as coldhearted as the other ones. She walked out and locked the door after her. They were afraid of me escaping, I don't know why. I watered my bonsai tree and went to bed. Normally I would have been awake for hours, but that night I just fell asleep like it was nothing.