Illusions of a Broken Mind. Options

[melface]

I haven't written anything in awhile... So I made an attempt... Here I go...


Illusions of a Broken Mind.


She opened her eyes and she looked around; curiosity drove her. Dark, damp room. Alone. Concrete. Where am I? She rose up onto her feet, noticing her shoes were gone and she was covered in mud. Nearly nude. The cold, wet concrete beneath her seemed to scratch the bottom of her feet as she walked slowly, grabbing at the walls. She wasn't quite sure what she was looking for, but she was determined to find something. An answer, at least, as to why she was there, but she had already known that would be impossible. How long have I been here? She felt blind... all senses had abandoned her, except the touch. The feeling. The only think she had left and the only certain thing at that moment. She walked quickly around the perimeter of the room feeling up and down the walls for a door, a window... anything! But not even a picture frame was found. Nothing but a dim light shone in the room and she assumed it to be the moonlight, but she was not certain as to where it came from. Oblivious. Sure, there had to be a way out. But if there was, she would never find it, because it was just her f**king luck. She got on her hands and knees, feeling around the floor for something, not caring if her knees were being scarred. Fragments of what seemed to be shattered glass was scattered around and found their way into the palm of her hands. The blood dripped down her arms, leaving trails around the room, but she didn't care. She felt around this torture chamber frantically... with every second, the feeling of hopelessness grew stronger... Leading her to her own destruction, her own insanity.... Why was I in this position? She was trapped in the world created within the deep realms of her mind. Lost in what she made of herself. A plot to her own end. A mental suicide linked to a feeling she longed for. It was then that she noticed this was the product of her illusions.