White Room Monologue

The smell of cigars envelop the whole room.
Red, fierce eyes of my pater.
The cloth stained with red envelop my arms, it itches.
The woman that are my queen, my life giver are sleeping on the floor beside that man, without any gesture.

Is it me or my mind is blank.
I wonder if the world is entertaining as it used to be.
Blue azure sky, laughing children, and equally happy.
I don't know anything.
Before this happened, I recall some nice memories.

I had a friend, his name is Miko.
We play everyday on my room, we wear the same clothes, we have the same hairstyle and everything. He is the only friend I had, since I can't come out of the house cause my papa forbids me. Though on my fifth birthday he suddenly vanished, I never had a chance to ask
The people cloth in white treat me nice, but when they talk to mother, mother cried holding a piece of paper.
Mother check her purse and gave something to the doctor, paper.
After that I got out of the white room and return to the abode where I grow up. They remove the cloth on my head but not the cloth on my arms.

Waiting in front of the door, my papa is eagerly waiting, his fist are clench tightly like it will break his fingers,
My mother panic, hmm? Why?
The smell of cigar, alcohol, and something burnt drifted on the air.
My mother told me to go to my room, I happily obeyed her.
I arrived on my room, hmm? The room is a mess.
And burnt smell I smelled earlier came from my room, someone maybe left the iron on? Cause my clothes turned to ashes.

After a while, I heard a horrid scream, a woman's voice.
I slowly got out of my room and head towards the voice.
I heard something heavy fell.

The smell of cigars envelop the whole room.
Red, fierce eyes of my pater.
The cloth stained with red, envelop my arms, it itches.
The woman that are my queen, my life giver are sleeping on the floor beside that man, without any