There's a sad girl trapped in a cold, dark room and I think its me. She has the comfort of a bed, a window and a tv. But her door is locked, except when she is let out to toil through the days. At night, she cries and cuddles herself to sleep. Feeling grateful for the warmth of her bed and consolation of her tv. She stares out the window every night, wondering what might.
Day by day, year by year, on she toils. With a broken soul and a numb mind. For she knows, she has to do it to survive. One fine night, she looks out the window again. With her numb mind and hazy sight, instead of staring at her hand on the glass of the window she can't open or break, she looks up. And then she sees, as far as her teary eyes can see. A tiny ball of light, far below in the woods, approaching her slowly.
Still unmoved and numb, with her doubts disguising as beliefs that she isn't the one. The one that they're coming to rescue. She sees three shadowy figures coming closer to the place that she thinks is her forever home. A woman, a man and a girl as tall as her leading them, as if they were her own. As they close in, her haze begins to smear and it looks like they've come here for her.
For the hundredth time in her miserable life, she comes up with a plan to escape the room. And again, knowing it won't work for sure and nobody can knock down the door, she crawled back in her bed. With cold breaths and heavy sobs, she burried her head in the pillows of shame. For she knows, she made the same old mistake of still hoping that she can be saved.
The three start to rush, trying to keep their mission a hush. With their flashlights in their hands, they break in through the tunnel. Not knowing where to go, they hold each others' hands and get ready to brave through the long night ahead of them. They run through the tunnels, towards the ladder. The man helps the girl up when she starts to fall, with the woman behind them, they head towards the halls.
The trio scatter in the shadows to find a way to reach the room that traps a girl in the dark. A girl who has given up and gone to sleep.
The man and the girl find a passage, hand in hand, realising the woman lost her way, they called out for her as loud as they can. Giving up, they moved on. Running in the hallways for a girl who thought she couldn't be found. Tired of the endless chase and the scary whispers in the dark, the man let go of the girl's hand, disappearing into the cold night.
Left all alone, she began to look for him. Conflicted of whom to save, her companion who made her less afraid or the girl who really needed to be saved. She sat on the cold floor, waiting for her flashlight to die. She looked at her shadow, sulking over her fears.
While fearing the worst of them all, time, she gathered her wits to finish what she started, once and for all. Amidst the scary whispers of the dark, she found a room with an all too familiar door. After a silent struggle and no help from the other end, she finally managed to unlock the door. Only to find an empty cold room, with the bed made up and the window down.
It seemed impossible what was in front of her eyes. Searching for an explanation, she looked where the girl always looked, outside. Stupfied, she looked on with her hand on the window, trying to find all that she had lost. This time, she really looked and it wasn't the ghosts of her past that she had found. But staring back at her, was the girl in the dark.
Touching from the other side of the glass, their hands met. For the first time in a long while, she saw her reflection looking into her eyes. Sad, confused, but not so numb anymore. And then it came to her, the one that she was trying to rescue, has always been her. The only person that can save her now is herself. The door is open and so are her eyes. So hurry up, me.
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