Blank white walls, they were a perfect
metaphor for her life. Blank, empty and devoid of detail, her mind
was a void.
They tell her she was in an accident,
they tell her she had been depressed and may have attempted suicide.
That explained why they treated her the way they did and the lack of
sharp objects in the room, not even a mirror to break.
She sat on her bed staring at the wall
wondering who she was, why had she been so unhappy and thinking she
might not want to hear the answers.
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