One, two, three, four, five, six. . . how many days have passed since I left this place? Nothing around me except for the lonely white wall, with the black marker. I write everyday, I write what I feel at the time. The darkness around me is so intimidating that I find that I usually write things like guilt and worthless. The wall is my only friend, I can tell it how I feel.

  Someone was with me, here in this dark place, it was Mizuki. She was very quiet and gloomy, unlike Cira, who would always talk in a very cheerful manner. I preferred Mizuki over Cira to tell you the truth, she never tried to talk to me, and always kept my area silent and peaceful, except for the squeak of my marker across the wall.

  Cira should be coming soon, it was around this time that Mizuki left and Cira came. I hated it when she left, it always made me feel uneasy about what Cira would talk about during her stay. She always talks about what “exciting” had happened yesterday.

  I have heard of the saying from Cira, that when you speak of the devil, they will appear, and that is what had happened. I could hear Cira’s humming from my seat on the floor in front of the wall, then she suddenly stopped. She cleared her throat and what she said, had made me too shocked to even write anything. What she said was, “Ray came to see you, wanna see him too?”

  I sat there staring at the marker in my hand, poised to write, “dread”, on the wall. I was terrified to see his face, even remember it. I never was a brave girl, mother always told me that. I was scared of the old man across the road, and his dog. I was scared of lightning and thunder. I was scared of facing my past. That is why I never turned my head around as the room got brighter, and Cira’s humming disappeared. I never looked back at reality, and the one who was eternally engraved into my memory.

  “Why do you never get any better? Don’t you want to continue your life the way it was?” I heard him shuffle closer to me, but then hesitated behind me. “I waited for you to show signs of getting better. I told myself that if you did, I would instantly come to your side, but. . . they told me that all you do is write on this wall and never speak to anyone. Why don’t you get better? Why?” He dropped to the floor right behind me, and put his hand on my shoulder. When I flinched away from his hand, he moved away from me.