I looked outside the little window, the only place where I had contact with the outside world. They stared at me when I approached the transparent material, willing me to return to the corner of my confinement where they could not see me. I felt the heat in my chest start to build up, to a point where it was about to explode. Voices resound in the little squishy thing I called my brain. The voices were many; they built up to an irritating buzz. They overlapped each other, confusing me.
I banged at the window, "What do you want with me? Let me out!"
No one paid me any attention. I retreated away from the window. I took a few steps back and started to pace around the little room. It irritates me, all the whiteness. Even when I close my eyes, I can feel it surrounding me.
Boom, boom, boom. I could feel a soft pounding building up in my head. I hated it. I looked at the window. Hate, confusion, pain... that was all I could feel. I stared at the window. Little white transparent stuff. A white border around it. White, white, white. Why couldn't they have used some other color?
Pink is such an atrocious color, honey. Why do you like pink? Oh, purple is even worse. White is the best. It symbolizes purity. And God likes it when people are pure.
Well, she got her wish now. Didn't you, Mother? Now I had nothing but white around me. I was all sweaty now. I started breathing in raspy, horrid little gasps. I felt like I was about to have an anxiety attack.. Everything was going fuzzy. I thought I could see her face in front of me.
Go! Bang at the window! Maybe...