Title: One for Two
Before you knew it you were sitting at that dark little corner, hugging yourself, just trying to get a little bit warmer. For how long you sat there you didn't know, all you knew was that it was dark and cold and so very lonely.
In the little room where you sat in, the window opposite you showed you the world as you pictured it and a door was a gateway to others. When you were young, sunlight shone brightly, cheerful music flowed and vibrant colors streamed through the open window. The door was always open, you would happily enter and exit it as there nothing to be scare of outside, "nothing will hurt you" was what you assumed. It was warm, and you indulged yourself in ignorant bliss.
However as you grew older the scenery changed, the sun slowly dimmed, the clouds threatened to start a storm any time as thunder roared angrily, intimidating you. Suddenly the music stops and you hear nothing at all, nothing but the eerie sound of a silent judging gaze. The rain fell occasionally, followed by the lightning which burned you, leaving you in agony, in scars. At times like this you had no choice but to close the windows, to protect yourself from the on endless hail that seem strike so fast you didn't have any time to react.
The window would sometimes reflect a human shadow, you would run at the sight of it, opening the door with such vigor it surprised even yourself. Yet each and every time ended with the door being slammed in your face, regardless of how hard you tried. You became wary of those who would open the door, you became unsure whether or not to step out of your little room, for when you do, you would be completely exposed. And you were so very scared, terrified of increasing you existing number of scars.
The view soon became a constant grey patch in the midst of a dark room, the door no longer opened and you no longer tried. You stare at it wistfully, wondering what happened, "would the sky no longer light up again?" Time passed in the little room where you stopped growing, where wounds stopped healing, where scars no longer disappear. Once in awhile when you were feeling so very tired, death looms from an unknown corner and creep up to you. It whispers things you wish you never knew, ideas you wish would stop swimming in your head, seducing you to its little corner of the room. Each time it approaches you, you feel a little piece of yourself leave with it, disappearing for good.
During the times when you were just a little bit stronger, you would gather your strength to leave your corner, sitting in front of the window, straining your eyes to spot a speck of light in the distance. Wishing so much that the bright light from when you were younger would return. However time passes and a storm approaches, you quickly shut the window, cover your eyes and ears and run back to your corner, where you would be safe. Because you were afraid, you didn't realize that someone was at the window, because your eyes were close you didn't see him, because your ears were covered you didn't hear him knocking on your door.
The window and door became permanently shut as you stopped trying to open them. The window became misty and you never saw the shadow waiting patiently outside. You became tired, so very tired that death loomed above you, so much larger than before. You welcomed it, knowing that with this you would finally be released. As your body prepared to take the last step, someone kicked the door open. A hand grabbed yours and warmth returned, sunlight shone through the open door and death disappeared.
You look up and see a smile… and your room became one for two.
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