A World Of Death And Yellow

Ophelia had spent most of her childhood trapped in her mind. Where all the fogs of colours around her swam. She saw things nobody else did. She heard things nobody else did.

She felt the pain and desperation when she was at her happiest.

She was diagnosed with schizophrenia.

She hated it.

Until one day,

A yellow door had showed itself in her mental hospital room.

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It was pain that launched me forward.

I felt something sharp kiss my back in it's unforgiving touch. I felt dizzy but I held onto the pain and stared onto the distance.

It came down again and again for so long I no longer possessed the ability to count.

It suddenly stopped but I kept on tightly holding onto the tree till I heard what seemed like footsteps fade away.

I then fully fell down. My shoulders were touching my knees as if I no longer could hold my back straight. The pool of my blood stained my pants and elbows.

And I laid there for so long the sun had changed into the moon that I stared deeply at before I cursed.