#angst #mystery #loneliness #mental health #torture #imprisonment
It’s always raining in her world. Raindrops falling and falling and falling…
 Her window is always blurry, no matter how much she wipes…. it’s always blurry.
For the rain never stops. Much like how the pain doesn’t either.
 She lives in a small world, just a single room with a small window and no door.
She doesn’t remember who she is, doesn’t remember whose house this is, or if it’s even a house.
 How did she get here? Is this room even real?Â
She doesn’t remember the last time she ate, but she’s not hungry. She’s never hungry, shouldn’t she get hungry or thirsty?
 She looked out of the window, and saw nothing but a blurry mess. She tried to open it for the millionth time, hoping against hope that this time will be different… And she’s again disappointed when nothing happens, it’s like the window isn’t even there, she can’t grasp it, can open it, can’t break it, she can only stare at the rain drops falling against the glass.
 How long has she been here for? She’s going to go crazy like this. If she hasn’t already.
 Is she crazy? Is this what this is? But then, what about the pain? Why, why is she always in PAIN?!
It’s like ants crawling all over her body, biting and itching and HURTING!
 She went into a corner and sat down, pulling her knees and hiding her face.Â
“Please, please… If someone can hear me… I’m sorry for whatever I did, just let me out of here,” she asked. and as expected, no one answered her this time either. She dug her nails into her legs and fell silent. Defeated.
 But if you looked at her hidden face, you’ll find her eyes open, staring at nothing with no tears. With no emotions. She’s WAITING…
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