a pathway though torture

losing control

I remember that night her hair slid down her back like a snake, her eyes as dark as a Sunday black out, not only were her eyes the sharpest colours black her hair camouflaged the atmosphere. As I stared into thick black darkness I could see a figure getting closer and closer to me as I spoke I could feel her breathe on me,  so hot and stinging my eyes as I turned to see if anyone was looking at me she tapped my shoulder I span and that was the last thing I saw.
Im running I come to a door so slimy so elegant so real I slowly so slowly reach for the sticky vile smelling door handle, creak went the door I slowly poked my head through nothing, nothing? Ok im safe then, I see a bright shiny shadow is it someone or is it a, another door I ran as fast as my little legs can take me. Another entrance that is ridiculous I hesitated as I rapidly opened the rusty shiny door   I could feel a chill rush down my spine making my insides spin like I was on a roaring roller-coaster out of control, my heart starting raging out of control when I saw this scared girl shaking  in the corner of my eye.
Is she ok I stumbled over to her, she look exactly like me, no it can’t be me im here, or is this a dream
I scream to the top of my lungs until I can feel them ripping out my chest, where am I, am I in a dream or am I in an illusion in maths class. This can’t be in maths I never sleep so I decided to talk to myself I guess.
After talking to her for hours she said that I had broken up with my boyfriend and I couldn’t go anywhere else, she said that I had nowhere else to go so I got trapped in my head on the 3rd door on the right.
I know that is bazaar but it all makes sense Jacob was the only one I actually loved and he turned against me and dated my own friend just because she is more smarter than me and more prettier than me.
Then all of a sudden a door opened does this lead me out of my head or am I stuck here for ever I ran so fast I tripped and that was when I realised that no one’s gonna need me, no one cared.
I slowly walked the rest of the way there, it was a dead end was that to my life or me or both. Will I ever see the light or will I die just because a boy didn’t think I was pretty, well yes I guess so there is nothing for me here, not a dime or a scent.
Now children after a year stuck in my head I decided to change, I don’t want to end up like me in the 3rd door on the right I was going to stop chasing her instead I was going to lead a path for me and no one else. I learnt my lesson never listen to the voice in your head there always wrong they said I would never make it to 30, I did and now I share this story with my children there all so young but anything could happen you don’t actually know when and where it’s going to happen, and that will be added to another part of my miserable to happy life as a child and mother and a grandmother (26 days on counting).