Cacophony of Silence

the door creaks open slowly,
it was ajar just a moment ago,
the indoor was calling out to me,
i walked in, it was weird and silent,
the atmosphere straight out of a horror movie like Insidious,
it was a hallway, like a hotel’s corridor,
it had rooms, the doors open,
the lights were out and there was an eerie glow surrounding everything,
there were webs and dust and what not.
i looked around and walked,
the first door, there was a girl standing in front of a mirror,
she was in her underwear, looking at herself,
i stared at her,
she was considerably healthy, not that i’d label her fat,
but not thin either,
she looked at herself with a brutal look,
she took a knife out of her drawer in front of the mirror,
“hey?” i said
she looked at me through the mirror, not turning back.
her hand grabbed some extra fat in her belly,
she took the knife, tracing the fat she held in her hand on her own belly,
she lifted up her hand and made a cut,
the flesh fell down, with a ton of blood.
she started crying, not sobbing,
just silently crying, without making a whimper,
she turned, making another cut,
the flesh thudded down,
she cried silently,
“help me, please, help me” she said silently,
she made another cut, and then dropped the knife.
“help me, get me out of here, help me”
she said as she spread her arms and walked towards the door,
she soon started running after the door,
“please please get me out of here”
she shouted as she came after the door,
the door closed on her face.
she pounded on her door,
“please get me out of this place!”
the shouts turned to whimpers, then to silent sobbing.
i stood there with cold blood. i looked around.
i ran.
i ran faster and faster till i hit a dead end.
there was another door.
a small boy sat inside, on a bed.
he was crying.
i looked and saw a big Hot Wheels crushing a Barbie.
“i want my Barbie,” said the kid as he sobbed.
he looked at me and silenced down a bit.
he got up and said, as he walked towards me,
“get me my Barbie brother”
and he started chasing towards the door,
the hot wheel buzzed past, the door closed, the boy collided with the car.
i looked around panicking.
i saw another opening,
i ran.
another dead end with a door.
inside stood a boy, a teenage boy.
he had a good physique and he stood awfully close to the mirror.
he was gazing at his own face,
he had a ton of acne.
he cried silently as he slowly took a knife out of his back pocket.
he scarred his face and cut open the pimples,
he turned towards me, his right hand still cutting his own face open.
“help me, please please.”
he walked slowly forward,
the door closed.
i ran again, turning and turning and passing doors with screaming people
i reached another dead end.
a boy sat curled up in a ball, hugging his own legs.
it was me
a knife levitated in front,
i looked up at myself with trembling eyes,
the knife approached my throat,
“help me-“
i said as the knife made a cut and the door closed on my face.