Anelisa

I crawl from the bed, heading towards the portrait when the door opens up and a paramedic walks in.

Definitely to treat my bruise. I would have refused, but then I needed to be treated; my arm already feels paralyzed.

Just silence filled the room as the paramedic treated my bruise, and once he was done, with a bow, he left.

The door locks up again, and suddenly, the room feels like a cell...but not anymore, I won't make it look like a cell.

Angrily, I jumped up from the stool I was ...