Spider Well

"Are you sure you can handle her Ms. Miller? We can just inject her and get her executed." A muffled out voice could be heard outside of a pure white room.

"Indeed, Dr. I believe I can help her. I believe people should understand someone before they are judged for an action they might not have control of." Again, a muffled voice could be heard outside of the door, but this time it sounded like the beautiful voice of a woman. "Please, just give me a chance. That girl doesn't deserve to die without an explanation."

On the other side of the door was a girl with pure black hair waking up from her slumber. All of the talking woke her up from the beautiful dream she was having, dancing maggots on a bloody corpse. Sitting up, the girl rubbed her eyes trying to clear the mist out of her mind. She yawned and stretched, popping every sore muscle and ache in her body. She finally got her system going and started to look around the snow white room. She saw a white blanket, white walls, white door, white desk, and a sad looking white teddy bear that was missing an arm.

"Mr. Teddy Bear, why are you missing a limb?" The girl asked in an incorrect tone of voice. "Did it hurt when it got chopped off? Did your stuffing ooze out like when blood oozes out from a cut?" Her voice went higher with every sentence she said. "Did you cry while it all happened? You know Mr. Teddy Bear, if I find your missing limb I can sew it up for you and make you smile again!", the girl explained in a cheerful tone happy for the idea that popped up in her head.

Taking her eyes off of the teddy bear she looked down to her lap and saw a white blanket that was wrapping her up and keeping her warm. Her hands shakingly went to the hem of the blanket and lifted it up to her face, smelling the scent of pine wood and bleach. "Mr. Blanket, thank you for keeping me warm throughout the night, with your fluffy and comfy texture, and the softness you give me so my dreams can be happy and bright!" The girl said gripping the cotton tighter. "I've always wondered one thing Mr. Blanket, what happens if something got on you? What happens if you got blood on you?" She kept on tugging at the strings. "Would you feel disgusted because then you would look ugly?" The girl had a little venom in her voice. "Even if you become ugly you will not become useless to me. You will do your job till your time is up." She let go of the blanket and lifted her head to look at the shiny white wall in front of her.

"Mr.  Wall, were you always that color?" The girl's voice changed into a questioning one. "Were you once a different color like yellow, blue, or red? What would happen if a blood spatter flew onto you? Would you feel disgusted?" She stared at the wall like it had put her in a trance. "Do you ever regret being built?"

She closed her eyes and then slowly let them open, switching side to side, glancing at different objects. She saw the door and remembered the conversation of how she thought the door was sad for all the times it got opened and closed, slammed in anger, and abused when somebody kept on knocking. She sighed and started to lay back down in bed when the door began to open and a woman in her early twenties walked in closing the door and leaving it with a frown of worthlessness.

The woman kept on walking, trying to quietly drag a wooden chair along the white floor. The chair kept screeching with every halt in the woman's step, with each screech came a whispered "shh" from the walking beauty.

The woman finally stopped beside the girl's bed. She wiped off any dust from the seat and proceeded to sit down and look up at the confused but excited girl.

"Hello, my name is Jennifer Miller, and I will be your new therapist." The woman known as Jennifer then introduced herself to the now gleaming girl. Jennifer looked through her neatly clipped on papers that were ready to be written down upon. "Okay, how about you tell me your name?" She said looking up with a bright smile of reassurance.