I sat there. Alone. The quietness overtaking me. Sorrow filling me. I stare. Stare into the darkness of my empty room. Sitting in the doorway staring. Too afraid to go inside. Afraid that darkness and sorrow will take over. I think. Think about my old life. The life where there was color and happiness. Not this dark room, a big colorful room. An exciting room. I stand up and walk in. Trying to find a light switch. I bump into something. Something hard and cold. I instantly jumped back afraid that something is going to jump at me any moment now. I eventually find the light switch and turn the light on. There was nothing in the room. Nothing. The walls were a grayish color. Boring. What could I have bumped into if there was nothing in my room? I started to pace around my room. Dragging my fingers across the cold gray walls. I must have bumped into a wall. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I stood still. Waiting for a monster to jump at me at any moment. Nothing. I took one step and stood there for a second. Nothing. So I started tiptoeing to the doorway when I see mom with her wild red hair and her hippie style clothing. Why can't I have her radiant hair? My pale blonde hair is the worst.
"Do you like your room?" She asks.
"It's fine," I say. I tried not to sound sad.
"Okay," she says with a smile. A radiant smile, like her hair. She is so beautiful. She turned around and walked down stairs. I turned around and walked into my room. My dark, lifeless room. I sat down in the middle of the floor and looked around. Looked for the spirits of the past. The spirits of the other children who lived in this lifeless room. This dull lifeless room. The bland ugly lifeless dull room. I sat there. Silent. It is overtaking. The silence and depression. I stand up and just stand there. I think about my old friends. My kind amazing old friends. The ones who were happy and positive. The ones who were there for me. Now I have none. No one to help. No one that will care for me. It's just me, myself, and I. Alone. Silence. Death.
