thelonelyfry
When people get hurt, they build walls.
Walls to protect them.
To keep them safe and out of harm's way.
They do this so they won't get hurt again. They hide behind those walls. Never allowing people to come into their safe haven. They barricade themselves behind those structures. Never to be seen by those deemed unworthy.
But I....
I did something much different. I didn't want to leave myself open to anything. I didn't want to see the sky. I didn't want people to break down my walls. Like they all do eventually. I didn't want anything like that. In fear, that someone in this wretched place could climb.
When I got hurt, I didn't build a wall. I built a room. It was plain and boring. It had no color. It was vacant. It was just like how I felt. Empty. I didn't feel sad or depressed. Just empty. Like the feeling you get after you get rejected. Before the rush of emotions. Before the shock. Before any of that. You feel empty.
Like you're alone. Non-existent. Replaceable. Forgotten. Drifting.
And that's how it is. There is absolutely nothing I can do about this.
My Mind's Room is a short story where the main character is hurt by the people they hold dear. And no it doesn't happen in one day. It's a gradual process. And with all that happens in their life, they barricade themselves into a room. They couldn't face it, so they sank into a state of emptiness. In this story, you will have to sit silently and watch as the narrator's world is torn to pieces. There is nothing you can do (except maybe beg the writer to give them a happy ending), but watch as their life is torn to shreds. You have to sit there like a fly on the wall and watch as they start to isolate themselves. Piece by Piece. You are frozen. You can not help them in any way, shape, or form. You are completely and utterly helpless.