Stuck

**** WARNING. MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS.

The only thing that told me that morning had come again was the warmth of the sun on my skin. The floor might've been covered with some expensive plush rug but it was still chilling cold. The room itself was cold. My head was bowed in obsience having finally admitting to myself that I was resigned to hell for the rest of my life and that made me laugh.

My laughter ricocheted around the room, sounding like stomping footsteps. So damn sad and lonely it was torture. To people outside, it was seem as if I'd slowly descended into madness. I was convinced I was mad. Hearing my laughter only made me laugh even more, louder, faster, more hysterical. Perhaps I was slowly mad, but could you blame me? I was stuck in a place I resented more than life itself, robbed of my ability of sight, like I wasn't deserving of knowing what the world looked like. I was some form of monster in human form, that every time I tried to escape, to finally be freed, I was sent b