Part 3: You're Not Coming Out

Opening my eyes, 

I'm in an unfamiliar room.

I start to panic, 

I start to hyperventilate,

My body grows colder with each breath.

Something's missing.

Reaching for warmth, 

But it's not there.

Reaching for something familiar, 

But it's out of touch.

Getting up, 

I stumble around the room.

Breathing erratically, 

Knocking things over, 

Leaving a mess.

Everything's so different, 

I want to find a way out.

I frantically move around, 

Trying to find an exit.

After losing time, 

I collapse on my knees, 

Crying.

Then I begin to scream.

Frustration settling in.

Screaming my lungs out, 

It hurts.

I continue screaming.

"Calm down." A calming voice rings out.

Screaming stops.

Catching my breath, 

Looking down at my legs.

Slowly, 

I look up, 

Everything is familiar now.

That's right. I have never left.

A door appears, 

I turn to look at it.

A voice is coming through, 

Clear but muffled, 

Soft and inviting.

"I know you're scared. Please, calm down." 

Walking towards the door, 

Rattling my knuckles on the door.

Silence from the other side. 

Banging on the door.

More silence.

Pounding on the door, 

Getting louder.

The voice, 

Clearer now, 

Just as soft as before.

"I can feel you. You're not coming out."

On the other side of the door, 

She sits with her back on the door, 

Head laid back, 

Resting there, 

Feeling every knock.

Eyes are open, 

A nonchalant expression, 

Almost unreadable. 

She stares blankly at the ceiling, 

Until a spark catches her ears.

She levels her head, 

Head off the door.

The spark materializing, 

Small.

She gets up and follows the spark, 

Pulling her mind away from the door.