The White Room

She sat there, alone in that blindingly white room.

It hurt her eyes. It always had but they wouldn't let her out anymore.

It wasn't like the other rooms, the ones with the chess boards and the flowers.

This room was boring.

No windows, just soft whiteness everywhere.

Sometimes she would sit there and miss the colors of the world but it had been so long since she'd seen any that she couldn't be sure that she was remembering them correctly.

The nice lady from outside has finally come to visit again. She says that its a chilly day and the girl who lives in the white room angles her head to the side, like a small kitten that might be interested in what you're doing.

The nurse chats animatedly with the soft kitten as she always did until she feels a sharp pain in her side. A pain that is followed by a few more twinges in different parts of her body, the kitten is smiling without any emotion. It doesn't reach her eyes.

The red blooms beautifully on the walls and floor of the room and before anyone can react to the nurses soft calls for help the girl is escaping. She ran as fast as she could.

So fast, it almost felt like flying.

The girl runs towards the only place that she has ever seen besides that horrid room.

The forest is gorgeous. Its filled with oranges, reds and browns that create a kaleidoscope for her color deprived eyes. She laughs out loud and spins around and around as she feels the freedom like a light summer breeze.

This is what she wanted. The color is all she ever wanted.

When they finally found her she was covered in a blanket of white that concealed the splashes of red all over her clothes. She had a soft smile on her face as she clutched at the red and orange leaves that disintegrated between her fingers just as the nurses life had when she stabbed her with the sharpened pencil that she had stolen from the nurse the previous time. Premeditated they would have said, if she wasn't madder than a hatter.

Regardless, nobody would ever guess that the sweet little kitten would hurt anyone.

She had though but since she had frozen to death mere hours later it didn't matter anymore. She was gone.

She was finally free.

Some would later say that they heard laughter, as if that of an overjoyed child, during the autumn months when the leaves were changing and flying free just as she had for those few hours but nobody could prove it. Nevertheless, nobody ventured into those woods during those months when the leaves were crunching under foot and waiting for the first snows, nobody was brave enough to find out if the girl with the blood stained clothes was really a kitten, nobody was brave enough to step closer top her and see the unhindered joy in her eyes and hear her whisper her last words:

"Do you see them? All the beautiful colors. All of them, just for me."

Author: G.K Monroe 02/05/2020

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