Wallpaper | A 100 Word Story

#192 Eight of Quills

There’s nothing in the room except this ghastly wallpaper. No window to stare out of mindlessly. No books to get lost in. Just the sound of my own heart beating inside my head.

I’m supposed to be relaxing. Relieving my mind of the stress and burdens I put upon myself “out there.” Whatever that means. Instead, I’m fixated on this wallpaper. Tears that were not there a moment ago are suddenly everywhere.

Someone is trying to escape. Is someone else in here with me? I close my eyes. Open them. My fingernails are bloodied from the scratching.

LET ME OUT!