I now lay on my floor.
Looking up at my ceiling.
Fighting back the tears.
The one solo bulb flickers softly.
Lighting up and darkening my world.
The clocks faint ticking- reminder of how our time is running out.
The pain is horrible but it'll be worst if I move.
The one window.
Looking out on the stars.
Telling everyone theirs still hope.
The glass shards cutting into my hands.
The buzzing of the power point- unsafe world- eerily it calls.
The blood taste in my mouth-
Choking my hope.
The rotting hardwood floors creak every so often.-
Someone is always watching.
My vision blurred by reality and tears.
The branches on the trees slowly scrap at the wall.-
Someone always wants to get in.
My irregular breathing is quietly dying.
My heart- pounding, fighting against my body.
The door suddenly starts to move.
Footsteps seem far away but the new pain tells different.
I yell, but it goes unheard
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Shhh! You hear that? Nothing, silences.
The pain is gone and so is my room.
