There's a small tunnel. It looks like a hole in the wall. It's just big enough, that I can fit my body through. It'll probably lead me somewhere better than this, this world of hatred and heartlessness. I'm not afraid of what could be in it, or on the other side of it. I've seen what this world has to offer, and I'm not too impressed.
I bend over and look in, and there's nothing but darkness. Emptiness. Silence. Already, it's better. The room is the complete opposite of my thoughts of the moment. Nobody yelling at me anymore, hurting me, lying to me, or even talking to me for that matter. I know the voices is only the memory of the day, but it's so repetitive, it feels like I'm in front of an audience who won't respond to the command "SHUT UP!!!"
Closing my eyes and covering my ears only intensifies the sounds. Sleeping is only a memory. I've been awake for 5 minutes, and I still feel as though I haven't slept. The emptiness is inviting. It's quietness calling me in a soundless voice, that soothes my mind temporarily enough to want to make a decision, yet I'm still bending, looking in, listening.
"Hello? Anyone?" Hmm...no response. Even better. Perhaps nobody will be able to find me here. Why am I still thinking? It's the easiest thing to do. If I go in, everything will be over, and all I accomplished over all these years will be negated. Will I start over? Will a new beginning be better than dead-end turmoil? Will someone stop me from going in? Better yet, will someone notice? *gets on my knees, and begins to crawl*
~Forgotten
