The door knob for the white door was warm. It was basically inviting me in. I placed my head on the door and sighed.
This was it, this was where I made my decision. I looked at the white door with envy before turning and opening the black door. The handle was cold to the touch. I jumped through it. Then, I fell.
It was dark and lonely and I just kept falling and falling and falling. It's like there was no end to this. Then light blinded me. The sides of the wall turned into screens with memories. My memories. I watched as I was beaten, asked questions, lied to and most of all, rejected. I couldn't cry. I have cried and I for one think I'm done. I'm done crying and I'm done letting things get to me.
Because I couldn't hold on to this forever, I had a mate waiting for me. Watching all these memories, I realized I was different from that girl. The girl who was strong but hid it, the girl who was mute, the girl who let people walk all over her. I wasn't her anymore.