When fear swallows me whole, I like to hide in my cell. I hide until this fear is nowhere to be found, but the door to my cell is slowly getting more and more harder to open. I'm all by myself and the sent of death is lingering in the air. I'm scared. I scream to the top of my lung just in case someone could hear, but as i start nothing seems to come out. The room tends to change shape, now the room is colorless and never ending. This place that had always saved me from my fears is suddenly turning into one. Fear never goes away.
