It's 3am and ghost quiet in her compacted space. She feels restricted, constricted and restrained and so she let's out this hideous laugh that sends tears streaming down her bony cheeks. Her body shakes as she let's out this loud growl that's hides away her agonising pain. Placing her hand on her lips she finally let's out the muffled screams and dampens her brown pillow case even more. Stupid me was all she muttered as the swords in her mind clattered, the taunting laughs got louder and all eyes were on her,judging her, mocking her, every finger pointing at her. She feels her heart shattering and every piece falling apart. She gathers her strength and heads towards the plain lit room,where she slides down the dirty dump walls holding the one thing that could end it all intricately painting the walls with a deep cheery colour

©cynthia
© cynthia