It’s pin drop silence, I scream. But my screams are not heard.
It’s pitch dark, I turn all the lights on. But can’t penetrate the darkness. Locked in this room, I crave for my escape.
I call my name. My head just spins around with the echoes of my name. I look up to the ceiling, my eyes get dazzled with the sharp light, and my journey begins.
My pictures of my world are shed into broken images, if nothing, and oddly enough I am not among them.
Can this be real?
Or
I’m simply hallucinating? I don’t know but I continue to let these images pass through my mind unceasingly…
Tonight, I’m dead, guys, so, see you tomorrow!