Blank RoomA Chapter by JulieZeeStuck in a room for 6 months. How is this supposed to help? Blank walls. Blank Ceiling. Blank floor. Blank mind? This mind is anything but blank. This heart is broken. This soul is numb. What is all this to accomplish. In boot camp they try to break you down so they can build you back up in their image. Took them 3 months to figure it out, but they did. Fumbling with the combination lock on the footlocker, trying to ignore the salty tears dripping off the tip of my nose, rolling to the corner of my lips, as she lectured me. Every word like a punch in the stomach. What was taught? How to manipulate people like a pro. Sociopathic. Those are the thoughts, the memories that come festering to the surface in this blank room. Blank room. Blank door. The only way out is through a thick windowless, metal door that looked sturdy enough to hold the Hulk. Now way out the door unless you can fit on the food tray. Drink me. Eat this. If only this was Wonderland. The hand that slides the white tray in looks like a man’s hand. The hinges creak and I scurry to try to catch a glimpse through the thin opening. A thumb. Short nails, ragged cuticles, large knuckle and dry cracked skin. He needs some lotion. “You need some lotion” No response from the thumb of course. The thumb is not allowed to talk to me, or maybe Thumbkin is somewhat of a snob and too good to talk to me. © 2010 JulieZeeFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 17, 2010 Last Updated on June 17, 2010 AuthorJulieZeeCAAboutI find the most interesting part about a person is the thoughts and feelings that go unsaid and unnoticed. So many people say they are straight forward and an open book. However, there are always thou.. more..Writing
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