The White Room
The white room is cold and dark, but at the same time, bright all around me. I've been here so long I really don't know anymore. The people that come through sometimes say ‘hello’ or nod to me but I don't know them. I don't want to know them. I want to go home. I miss my family. Is this my punishment? Do they think I started the fire? Sometimes I hear my older sister just outside the white room. She cries, and she tells me she misses me, but when I speak she doesn't respond. Why can't she hear me if I can hear her? I really want to go home. I miss mom and dad, and they stopped coming by. I used to hear them, outside of the white room too, but it's been...a long time. I need to leave, I've made my decision and I head towards a wall, hoping to find a door but it just seems to move further away from me. I run and it seems to run as well. As I run I hear a voice call to me. “Anna, Come home. I'm waiting for you here.” The voice almost sounds like my father, and I made myself scream out to him. “I'm trying! I want to come home! I'm trapped...please help.” And a door finally appeared in my view. As I approached I noticed it was no ordinary door. I saw my home, before the fire, and then it rippled. Now the house was on fire and mom and dad were in the yard, Summer, my sister was beside them. Someone was approaching. A man in a yellow uniform, holding something small in his arms. I was almost frozen in horror as he looked to my mother and shook his head. She was starting to cry now and followed the man towards a large red and white van. “Anna! No! My baby..my Anna!” My mother's words pierced through me and the images in front of me shattered, as did the walls of the white room around me. Now I was... outside. I was free! But the images pierced my mind every time I thought the word home. I looked around, standing in a field of stone with one just at my feet. I knelt to read it and felt as if I would be sick.
Anna Perci
1999-2005
“Our angel gone too soon
into the arms of God.”
I understood now... I was free of the white room, but I could never go home, and as the wind whistled and the howling and moaning of the other lost souls picked up around me, I began to miss its comforts.
Anna Perci
1999-2005
“Our angel gone too soon
into the arms of God.”
I understood now... I was free of the white room, but I could never go home, and as the wind whistled and the howling and moaning of the other lost souls picked up around me, I began to miss its comforts.