These walls are paper thin
White-washed and fragile, closing in
They spin and rapidly move back and forth
Wind bursts through these windows and doors
These walls are paper thin
Voices fearfully scream on the other end
They spin and rapidly move back and forth
Wind bursts in and makes skin sting and cringe
These walls are paper thin
White-washed and fragile, closing in
Slaps and screams rapidly move back and forth
Rage bursts through windows and doors
Hollow fragile walls wait in ominous silence
for the next dreadful storm
Hollow fragile wall, you are my soul
like a fearful child surrounded by violence
Isabella cups her mouth with her hands and drops the journal on the floor! Whirring thoughts move through her mind! Childhood memories hit rewind. She sees blood painted into the floor! She sees a little girl slip into the hallway doing everything possible not to be seen. Why am I having these memories? Mercy holds in her scream; tears drip down her rosary beads and down her chest, and she sees a military vest. Visions fire through her brain and make her feel insane! Annabelle steps off the elevator and passes the front desk, and the nurse asks her why she is not in therapy yet? She assures the nurse that she is going right back, but she forgot her journal. Annabelle walks down the hall and notices an open door with two men, one has fallen asleep in a chair, and the other lie still on the bed, and his monitors beep in her head. She turns the doorknob to her room, and sees that her pen must have rolled out of her journal and off of the desk. She grabs her journal, bends down and picks up her pen, and she shuts her door again. Annabelle passes everything again but has an eerie feeling, almost like a premonition! She darts onto the elevator to quickly get to her session before her thoughts become her obsession. She pushes the number eight and waits for the door to close. Mercy Isabella did everything possible not to make a sound; as soon as Annabelle closed the door, her knees hit the ground! She weeps uncontrollably and her beads hit the buttons on her shirt. Mercy begins to remember so many things, like the dream she had about Annabelle darting over and snatching her rosary beads, and perpetually falling through the floor! She didn't just kidnap Annabelle, she is Annabelle! She thought she hid all of her secrets so well, but irony begins to unravel each one like beads falling off of a string...
TO BE CONTINUED!!!