I would never let them win, they slap arrogance into my face like a violent criminal, all so natural for them. Underneath my smile rests an urge to strike out. Tighten my fist and gracefully swing in the direction of his nose. Yet, at this present time these were just vague thoughts in my mind, the only object I posses which is mine. In a room corners so acute that never seemed to end, filled with darkness yet my eyes shout is filled with colour. I regret trusting that kind young man, standing so innocent in my doorway, top button fastened turning his rounded face a light shade of red. His soft voice seemed to relax my suspicion, I would never have thought that nieve sense of relaxation would be the prime reason for my controlled future. Now my emotions are dependant on their mood, rage could fill my vains traveling around me like a virus, causing my body to tremble, all at the touch of a button. Yet, I believe my mind has the power to strike out of confinement.

The sky was immaculate, so clear it seemed to glow. An array of different types of birds floated with the sharpness of the wind. Cutting through each pillow of gas, splitting the fine, faded unnoticeable clouds. Everyone seemed to be relaxed, without a care, strolling so elegantly it was unusual. I scaned swiftly, reading everyone’s mood in their faces as if Vincent Van Gogh had created a masterpiece.