lights.

She kept thinking, over and over again. Memories and thoughts were running through her mind, and she couldn't do anything to stop it. "Nothing's wrong, everything's okay", she thought. Yes, soon everything would be better. But now everything was wrong. She felt trapped, lost in these four walls. These four, cold walls. There was nothing cozy about thinking. Thinking made her sad, nervous. Cold. Thinking was too painful. Yet, she couldn't stop, she was already too lost in her own mind. 

That sad little girl. Everyone could feel her pain. Exposed to love, over and over again, and fooled every fucking time. Silly, naïve little girl. There she was, lying on the floor, her blood dripping from the hole in her chest. Her heart was... nowhere. It was lost somewhere. Somewhere no one ever could find it. The house where she was found was rotting as her breath was disappearing in space. Time stopped. Everything froze. It was dark, not a single light in that place, except for that little candle. It was sad, scary, morbid. Almost like time and space were matching her state of mind, her soul. And she was dying. But she wasn't giving up the fight that easily. So she kept breathing, waiting for a miracle. 

And so she waited. She waited for what seemed to be a whole century. Until... There was a light. The door was closed, so where was it from ? "Maybe there was a broken window somewhere", she thought. She got up and started searching. She dragged herself through long hallways and closed doors until she find it. She put her hand over the open wound - it wasn't bleeding anymore. She was healing, she was alive. And she found it. She found some light. An open window. A new opportunity.