THIS STORY WILL HAVE VERY HEAVY THEMES, PLEASE TAKE NECESSARY CAUTION Too much. It's too much. This is his only escape. A good one? No. But it's permanent. I need to protect him. There's worse that could happen. The grayscale room wasn't all too bad, the broken mirror and worn out bedsheets sat still and unmoving. The silence was comforting, and a nice distraction from what would usually have been constant noise and yelling. Sitting in this room forever isn't so bad. Not as bad as someone would make it out to be. Not that much different from what he'd do anyway. But I never knew what that door was.