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I Am.
I am in a room that I can see out of but no one can see into.
I am sitting in a chair, held down by chains that are leaving imprints on my skin.
I am watching the scene before me, unable to move.
I am watching, because even if I close my eyes, it will keep playing in my mind.
I am listening to the choked out sobs that come from the figure before me.
I am crying, because there's something in my eyes that I can't rub away.
I am talking to someone.
I am worried that that person is the devil, though I don't believe in things like that.
I am worried, because that person is laughing.
I am trying to slip free of the chains, but they're only getting tighter.
I am remembering a scene very similar to the one before me.
I am wincing as the figure shakes.
I am hoping that the figure is all right.
I am wishing that the laughter from the person behind me would stop.
I am realizing the chains are made of glass.
I am contemplating whether I can break them.
I am telling the person behind me to stop.
I am kicking my legs.
I am trying to break the chains that hold them together.
I am stopping as the person's hands touch my shoulder.
I am being told to stop avoiding it.
I am confused over what it is.
I am still, even after the hands move away.
I am watching as the figure wipes the tears from their eyes.
I am watching them stand up.
I am watching them turn and walk away in the never ending room.
I am screaming.
I am trying to stop the figure.
I am ignoring the other person's increased laughter.
I am watching as the figure fades away with distance.
I am feeling the burning in my throat.
I am using every last ounce of strength I have.
I am suddenly apathetic once again.
I am limp.
I am listening to the other person's laughter.
I am opening my eyes.
I am in a room that I can see out of but no one can see into.
I am sitting in a chair, held down by chains that are leaving imprints on my skin.
I am watching the scene before me, unable to move.
I am looking straigt forward, into the mirror.
I am in a room with mirrors on the walls.
I am in a room with a mirror for a floor.
I am in a room with a mirror for a ceiling.
I am in a room where laughter is echoing all around me.
I am in a room, alone.
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