There is a room that has four walls but no roof. It is a room that has nothing in it except for a single wooden chair that sits in the middle of the room with a boy sitting on it huddled up. There is a clock on the wall that the boy can hear ticking as each second passes. The boy sits on the chair hugging his legs with his thin little arms. He rests his head on his knees as he sits in this room with four walls and no roof.
There is no door in this room. How did the boy get there? No-one really knows. He has been there for such a long time that no-one knows how or when He got there. He is just there.
Sitting on the chair with the clock ticking in the room. It's the constant ticking of the clock like his own heart beating that is the only object on the walls. The walls are painted in a dark blue paint that makes the room seem very small and very dark. There is no lamp to light up the space and no windows to let in the light. The only light that can enter this room is from above but above this room is no sun. There is only dark grey clouds. The type of clouds that block out all of the suns warmth and light. The type of clouds that only bring rain and thunder. These clouds don't roll away. They have always been over this room and will forever be there.
The boy sitting on the chair hugging his legs and resting his head on his knees sits there looking terrified. He looks so frightened and so alone. As He sits there He closes his eyes to avoid seeing what is around him. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine a better place but He can't. He has only ever seen these four walls and the clouds above him. He has never seen anything beautiful and never seen outside the walls. The ticking clock is his only friend and sometimes his only enemy.
As the clock ticks by, the boy knows that with each second his time in the room is less. He enjoys this feeling knowing that each tick means a little closer to getting out but the clock is also his enemy. For each tick is a long and painful time where the boy experiences nothing but terror and fear. Each tick is one tick too many for his.
While sitting on his chair in the middle of the room the boy is too frightened to ever leave his chair. He does not know what would happen if his feet were to touch the ground beneath his. He fears far too much to even try.
As He sits there with his eyes closed listening to the ticking clock pass time he tries hard not to let a single tear run down his face. He sits and waits for the ticking clock to stop and then the room with no roof and four walls will be empty. Forever empty.
There is no door in this room. How did the boy get there? No-one really knows. He has been there for such a long time that no-one knows how or when He got there. He is just there.
Sitting on the chair with the clock ticking in the room. It's the constant ticking of the clock like his own heart beating that is the only object on the walls. The walls are painted in a dark blue paint that makes the room seem very small and very dark. There is no lamp to light up the space and no windows to let in the light. The only light that can enter this room is from above but above this room is no sun. There is only dark grey clouds. The type of clouds that block out all of the suns warmth and light. The type of clouds that only bring rain and thunder. These clouds don't roll away. They have always been over this room and will forever be there.
The boy sitting on the chair hugging his legs and resting his head on his knees sits there looking terrified. He looks so frightened and so alone. As He sits there He closes his eyes to avoid seeing what is around him. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine a better place but He can't. He has only ever seen these four walls and the clouds above him. He has never seen anything beautiful and never seen outside the walls. The ticking clock is his only friend and sometimes his only enemy.
As the clock ticks by, the boy knows that with each second his time in the room is less. He enjoys this feeling knowing that each tick means a little closer to getting out but the clock is also his enemy. For each tick is a long and painful time where the boy experiences nothing but terror and fear. Each tick is one tick too many for his.
While sitting on his chair in the middle of the room the boy is too frightened to ever leave his chair. He does not know what would happen if his feet were to touch the ground beneath his. He fears far too much to even try.
As He sits there with his eyes closed listening to the ticking clock pass time he tries hard not to let a single tear run down his face. He sits and waits for the ticking clock to stop and then the room with no roof and four walls will be empty. Forever empty.
