Water silently traveled down the curvatures of her face, welling up together on her chin before falling into darkness. Knees pressed to the girl’s scrawny body were tightly gripped by ashen hands. Reaching up, her fingers wiped away the remnants of tears. In this desolate place, only her bright blue eyes offered color. Bright, and yet dulled by the grayness of her surroundings. The girl reluctantly pushed herself from the ground and moved her feet in deliberate steps. Soft raven hair cascaded around her shoulders in waves and swung onto her face, but those ashen hands stayed solemnly at the girl’s sides as she made her short journey. She stopped, her fingertips raising to meet the gray cement wall. The rock twisted and pulled back, revealing the outside that it shielded her from. Her hands dropped. The image vanished, along with the last bit of imagination that the girl could manage.
Sinking down into her previous position, she waited. Waited for them to come, like they said they would. Waiting for them to save her, like they had hurriedly promised before leaving her to her own depressed thoughts. Depressed and flat, like soda that had been left undrunk for far too long. The girl’s lips tilted upward, almost bearing the resemblance to a smile. Undrunk and unwanted. Of course this was untrue, as many would have argued. But how can you argue with a girl that has no desire to be right? Did you think for a moment that she wanted to be left alone, without hope? This wouldn’t be such an absurd thought, when one thinks deeply about the subject. Though they may not admit to it, there must be a reason why many seem to dwell on the misfortunes that befall them. The girl wondered all of this, to stall her longing of company.
Getting up again, the girl paced from one uniform wall to the other. The room was about 10 paces long and wide, and neutral gray that could be considered neither dark nor light painted the floor and walls. It was purposely barren, as if someone had gone to great lengths to keep the room impeccably plain. No windows, no doors. If she wondered how she arrived in this place with no openings, it was far too long ago to matter. The laws of light seemed to be obsolete in this place, for there was no specific light source. The room, like the gray of the walls, was neither light nor dark. It just simply was. The girl didn’t dwell too long on this. Instead, she walked over to where a door ought to be. In her mind she had transformed her unfortunate residence into a suitable habitat, complete with a bed, chairs, windows and a door. She sat.
It went on for a time like this, the girl alternating between pacing and sitting. All the while making up fantasies in her head to distract from  the disconcerting feeling of emptiness that was sure to envelope her should she give in. There, in that corner, she said aloud, a child playing with his toys. And there, she exclaimed while spinning to face the opposite wall, there is dog wagging his tail thoughtfully as his eyes beg for love. The girl walked over to her imaginary dog. She began to stroke its intangible presence, looking deep into the empty space where a dog ought to be.
Melting back to the unfortunately realistic ground, the girl raked her spindly fingers through her hair. A sort of frustration became her and soon a cry clawed its way up her throat and out her chapped lips. Why couldn’t she imagine hard enough? Her eyes strained with the effort and yet she could still not produce the slightest image. More cries spouted from her mouth and tongue as she realized that there was no escaping the harsh reality in which she existed. Water from the girl’s piercing blue eyes began to travel down the paths previously marked by old tears.