Lying here, on my back.
Looking at the ceiling for so long I could almost stare right through it.
The pretty lady and man always tell me I have to stay in here for a bit longer.
Every time they come to take notes on me, they tell me I can leave soon.
Sometimes I forget why I'm here, and just keep staring at the ceiling until I fall asleep.
Although I can't imagine an elegant, and beautiful sky anymore. Only darkness seeping through.
In my room, there is only darkness. In the spacing in which my body and mind is confined to.
I wish my room wasn't so tiny.
I never leave my room. Come to think of it. I can't remember the last time I left here.
I don't own mirrors. I don't think I own any. I think...
I just want to sleep.
Even though I'm always lying down, I can't manage to sleep.
Sometimes, I wonder why everything is white.
When is the last time I've had a conversation with anyone but myself?
I don't understand this. The last thing I remember is someone saying I'm insane.
Thing is, I'm not insane. No, I'm not crazy. I'm not. I mean, that's absurd.
When they called me insane, I remember still being in this very same position.
I wanna share a secret with you.
Wait, that wouldn't make sense.
What I meant was, I want to admit something to myself.
I won't tell anyone else, but I think I have a friend.
I think I have a friend, and he whispers gibberish to me every so often.
Don't know what he looks like, but his voice is chilling.
He is my friend I think. No, get it togther. I don't have friends.
Although, I try to call out to him sometimes. Just in case.
I try to call out to him, I really do. Except I can't open my mouth.
Sometimes I think really loudly, as loud as I can.
When I yell loud enough in my head, he grunts.
Watch, I'll try it now.
HEY, I WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING.
*silence*
WHERE ARE WE?
* silence*
Okay, I guess that isn't.... I guess that's not loud enough.
Alright then.
Louder.
HELLO? FRIEND.
*silence*
ARE YOU MY FRIEND?
*grunting sound near right ear*
Oh my god. Alright, stay with me. ALRIGHT, STAY WITH ME.
Okay, OKAY. WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
*grunting sound near right ear*
I. I felt you. I felt him. I felt his breath. I wish I could turn my head.
WHY CAN'T I MOVE, WHAT THE HELL.
*silence*
Then, I could see whatever it is. It's always out of my view.
WHAT ARE YOU?
As if to absolutely shatter my expectations... It answers.
I could very clearly feel a hot breath, then I hear him. I hear it.
My friend says, "I am your devil, and I love you".
I never heard from my friend again, and ever since then, my white room became black.
From the corner of my eye I can always see a glowing white smile, but I know I'm not crazy.
I'm not.
