Glass Room

Everything is so unfamiliar. She is walking around in this room which she has been in for most of her life yet today every step seems like she is walking on new ground. From one corner of this room to the next, she glances around and it’s as if this is all new. The walls are glass. She places her palm on the wall and suddenly realizes that people are outside. Her heart beats faster and but her mind is still. Blankly she stares. The smiles on their faces are showing emotions unknown to her. As she backs away, there appears a door. She runs to the door as if she knows what is behind it, but knowing in her heart that she needs to find out, she runs; but she can’t open the door. She starts to hear dull laughter from the people outside and starts to cry. How did she end up here? How long has she been here? Why does this room seem comfortable yet confining? She cries and dwells on these questions. Then, someone opens the door. A few people walked in and paced the length of the room. Empty and cold. They try to speak with her but she can’t understand. How long has she been here? There is something unique about their eyes; she wants what they have but can’t voice her need. The people come and go; watch and speak and this girl does nothing but look at them with concern. What are they thinking? Why can’t she understand? What is outside this room?

At once, everyone leaves. She gets up, touches the glass wall, and dreams. Why were the people outside so much different than her? Why are their eyes different? Why do they laugh? What do they say? She braces the fear and opens the door and takes a step outside the room of glass. The air is different. Took a deep breath in and she felt her heart beat. It wasn’t beating so fast but not slow. Steady her heart beats. A person that had tried to talk to her numerous times before came to her side. She trembles and for the first time someone is at her side. It’s scary but comforting at the same time. This person starts to speak but this time she understands a few words.

A group of people run up to her side at this time. She feels weak; trys to speak but can’t. Their voices are downed out by the thoughts in her head. Should she have left her room? Is it better to see things from the outside instead of being in them? When she was in her room all she saw what was present; now that she walked out she can remember moments… she remembers very specific situations she witnessed from inside her room. The glass allows her to see what is happening outside. She cannot stand the noise. The noise starts to replay in her head now. “Focus, focus,” the people say to her. Who are these people? Why am I out here? How can they handle the noise? Her legs shake as she turns around grabbing the frame of the door. If she can just get back to her room, it won’t be so loud.