My best friend does not exist. Or at least, that’s what they tell me. They lie, they tell me so many lies, but I just block them out. She does exist, she DOES. Just because they cant see her, just because they cant hear her. No one will believe me. They are coming to take me away. To a white room. Its so white, it hurts my eyes. Stains them. It needs colour. Colour. Its so white. I cant think. I cant breathe. Their coming. Please help me. Please save me. White. Colour. My clothes are white too. My skin is white. No colour. Unless... Red. Red everywhere. On the walls. My fingernails are sharp. The slice through my flesh. Colour. Finally colour. Colour is what calls to her. What brings her to me. And then she's here. My best friend. She does exist. Cant you see her?
