I'm innocent.

Floating

In an eternal darkness, nobody believes me. I curl up into myself when no one wants to listen. I close my eyes when nobody understands the things I see. Then inside of my eternal darkness, eyes begin to look at me. Big, small, animal, inhuman. They all stare and it isn't because they can see what I can see, feel what I can feel, know what I know. They look and stare because they're judging me. Hurling insults, making disgusted faces and even though they're just eyes. I know what they're all saying with just one glance.

Then, as my brain gets too crowed by all the eyes. They all disappear, a bright white screen to clear my thoughts and when I open my eyes. I hope I'm in a different world, different then the one I'm in now. But everytime I'm disappointed, stuck in this world forever.

I sit at a table, it was grey and it had no real value but the duty to withstand the weight of my arms as I rest them upon Its flat surface. The room I was in was small and painted a light grey with the floors being a darker shade. I was in an interrogation room and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.