• These walls are white.
    Pure white.
    A blank slate, or canvas if you will.

    The charcoal starts to spread from one corner of my prison to the other.
    Growing like a demon from the fire, it flickers.
    It starts to consume the area, as I try to escape.
    It ravels its way up my leg and entwines its self with my body.
    Theres no way out.

    I try to wipe the black off but I only smear it with blood.
    It keeps growing like a deadly plague.

    By each tick of the clock I drown further into insanity.
    My body is heavy and giving in to the burning.

    White butterflies emerge from one corner, and flutter around, as if taunting me.
    "You cant escape," they hiss at me in hushed whispers.
    The whispers turn into ear piercing screetches as I try to cover my ears.
    My arms are ripping against the dark chains that surround me.

    The blood gushes from my arms as I fight against the pricker like black.
    Memories of the life I lived flash like a slide show.
    I keep pulling...

    Blackness...

    There is a red glow of light behind my eye lids.
    I slowly open they, cautiously, waiting for the burn of the fire.

    White walls surround me.
    Pure white walls.