It was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The room, where once was a tranquil shelter, turned into a nauseous cage that threw me into a panic. My reflection in the mirror everywhere on the wall gradually lost color, and the dark shadow lying on the ground could immediately trigger my scream in the next second.
My legs went numb and the anguish feeling terrified me, my instinct inside denied what I just heard, but I was still moving out from the cage slowly, so slow that I didn’t even realize my feet were moving. I saw the sorrowful look in her eyes and I hate it, I wasn’t pathetic and I didn’t want to be. The echo of my laughter sounded isolated in the room, the fists were clenched so hard but I can feel the pain no more. The light in the room was on but my heart just fell into the eternal darkness.
I had to accept the truth that just pierced me into pieces.
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