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I hate white.

Everywhere I look the only thing I see is white, the blankets, the bed, the walls, the ceiling, everything is fucking white, white is supposed to bring a feeling of calmness and purity, but to me?, to me it only brings a feeling of disgust.

I've been trapped in this room since I was 8, they said it was a new disease and they needed to take me to a more prepared facility so they could treat right.

5 years

For five years I've been pumped day and night full of drugs, and every day my condition worsens, when I first came here I could run like a normal kid would, but now after all this years in this hell of a room I cannot even stand without the help of someone.

At first I was treated by common doctors, I received visits from my parents and friends. Since I was transported here the only people I see are wearing sterile suits, and I see it, I see how they look at me, I'm nothing more than a glorified guinea pig for them.

They said it's because other people can contaminate the room and place me in danger, but I know they stopped trying to help me long ago and they're just doing experiments on my body.

That's been my situation the last four years, trapped in a white room with a body decaying little by little, listening to absolutely nothing.

Did I say it?

I hate silence.

After all this years I came to the conclusion that silence is far more dangerous and painful than any drug they pump in me or that any experiment they do on my body, silence eats you from inside out, nibbling away your sanity, little by little, it reaches a point where silence is by far louder than anything you could possibly hear, almost to the point of deafening you and unlike pain, the silence nevers goes away and it chases you to the very end of your existence.

This is what my life has been reduced to, living inside a white cage, being tortured by the silence, every second of every day, with no one to talk to.

I can feel how every organ in my body is just trying to die, but the drugs keeps them going, how my heart barely can pump any blood to my veins, but the machines makes it do so, how my lungs cannot take any more air, but the tube down my throat forces them to breath.

It's excruciating to feel like every second of your existence is design to make you lose your head and to destroy your soul.

So when I started to feel my consciousness leaving my body like something was pulling me and darkness started to engulf everything around me, the only thing i could feel was happines at the idea that everything was over.

And with the last drop of consciousness left in my body I prayed.

'Please, Please, if there's someone up i beg you, give me a second chance, let me have a normal live, don't let me suffer again alone trapped in a room for the rest of my life'

For someone else this last though could sound deplorable or just sad, but I don't care, I just want to be free.

With nothing more than darkness surrounding me, i feel...

Rain?