White Vacant Room--Vanessa

I woke up in a white room, as I was looking around, my hands were transparent and I couldn’t feel anything, even myself. The last thing I remembered was collapsing in my vast empty house. Wait a minute, I hear somebody lightly trouting on the ground as if they were a tiny kitten scamping through the house. As the noise was approaching nearer and nearer, there he appeared. It was a child, he waved at me with pure joy and happiness.There was a soft yet loud voice coming from the opposite direction where the young child was standing. He said, “bye-bye I will see you later”. I was in utter shock and started to panic, I was wheezing and gasping for air, my hands were trembling. Suddenly he reappeared again, his head was peeking out of the doorway, his eyes were sulking and his gentle innocent eyes were gazing at me. How could he see me? But yet I am invisible, he wrapped his thin small arms around me and gave me an action figure of Optimus Prime. He called out my name, “Rosemary”. How did the child know my name? He finally left the room heading back to the soft-gentle voice I heard earlier on. I was incapable of even getting up, it took some time for me to eventually stand on my transparent feet, I was wandering the white vacancy, there was nothing but that door that had a chandelier hanging on the entry side of it. I don’t comprehend this, why why am I here?! What exactly happened to my former being? Why has my soul departed? The white vacant room was turning pitch black, there was no furniture, only darkness, myself, and the Optimus Prime figure on the floor. Abruptly, the boy reappeared again he reeked of cinnamon, but it reminded me of when my father made cinnamon apple tea for me. The boy said, “Rosemary c’mon. Help me build this ship!” He instantly grabbed my invisible hand and took me to the ground, but it felt softer and fuzzier than before I arrived here. Agh I see he has this chestnut carpet as his ground, he placed the giant monochrome blocks all over the carpet. He was attempting to fit blocks together that mismatched each other, his fidgety hands stopped and his soft hazel eyes were gazing back at me again. He directly said, “Start helping me. I want to play pirates with you Rosemary.” Agh there it is again, he gave me a few blocks, this felt like an obligation to at least put some effort in building the ship. This child was giggling and grinning like the Cheshire cat and joyfully exclaimed, “You are so good at connecting blocks” I faintly smiled and proceeded to my job. But he spoke again “What’s a pirate’s favorite fish?” He eagerly stared at me, waiting patiently for me to answer. I shrugged my transparent shoulders, he instantly frowned. I quietly said “Goldfish?” He started to giggle hysterically while laughing hysterically he said, “No ahahah...Rosemary it’s a swordfish!” He burst out with pure laughter and joy, I don’t understand why he was so cheerful. But this slender woman came into the vacant room and confusingly asked the child, “Who are you talking to?” He stood up and grabbed this woman’s delicate hand, and pointed on the other side of the pirate ship, he proudly stated “Rosemary”. She looked at him with concern and confusingly she responded, “Hunny there is no one there”. His facial expression was changing, this child was wearing his emotions on his sleeves. He began to talk in a defensive voice, “She is right there!” The mother was still utterly baffled but it appeared she came to the realization of what the little boy was trying to convince her, she said in a sweet honey-loving voice, “Ah I see Vincent” smiling innocently at the child, Vicent. As they were chattering my eyes were getting heavy and it was slowly getting darker as I was about to enter eternal sleep. The time quickly passed and there were sun rays through the big glass window, Vicent was still asleep, and he had white cream curtains and his bedsheets had the varied Transformers. It was still empty, just a black bed frame and twin-sized bed with dark blue bed sheet covers on it. So this was Vincent’s home. There was a creaking noise coming from the door that the translucent chandelier was glistening at the other side of the door. There was “pitter patter pitter patter”, paws appeared at the doorway. It was a light brown dog with floppy and droopy ears, its legs were quite short, and it had an elongated body. It went into the room and started to walk very quickly but went nowhere with those tiny legs of its. It started to lick my invisible hands, how did the dog sense me? But the woman could not? Is my presence only apparent to some? My chest was getting sharp pain, my hands were uncontrollably shaking, Vincent woke up and began to walk towards my direction again, damn it’s those eyes that I hate that are seeking me out with concern and being caring. Why is this child so concerned about my wellbeing? Why is he so attached to my soul? He was like this for several weeks, as I got used to the child, his room was becoming more visible than before, his once barren walls were painted blue and he had posters and stickers of Transformers. Even his bookshelf had action figures of his favorite characters. There was a big toy box in the corner of his room where he stored his hot wheels, lego blocks, etc. Vincent was at the doorway, he said “C’mon Rosemary let’s play outside.'' At this point, I went along with all his silly games, but it was refreshing to see mother nature's greenery. He had a garden of yellow roses blooming, its yellow was slightly faded, its prickly thorns were proudly protecting their beauty. A clicked sound was made coming from the window, Vincent’s mother was opening the window, and I see where Vicente got his dimples as his mother gave a gentle grin to Vincent. Vincent ran to the window and energetically asked his mother, “Come play with me and RoseMary” As he was pointing in the direction towards me, there was a look of concern. She questioned again “How’s RoseMary? What does she look like hunny?” His face was getting flushed, “She is very funny, she has long brown hair but some of her hair is red as well. She wears butterfly jewelry with a black long sleeve shirt and a lavender skirt. She’s the best!” He said. “Well she sounds like a wonderful lady but I’m busy Vincent.” She walked away but glanced back at her child that is slowly getting older and older. We proceeded back to our “adventure” as I sat behind Vincent, his coconut head was up to my chest now. He was babbling out some nonsense but he was chuckling, this felt so nostalgic of when I played by myself as the prolonged-time went by. I wish I was like Vincent when I was a kid, he doesn’t care about a single matter of the world and feels loved by his guardian. His presence began to feel homely and comforting to my own soul being.

Each day he was changing, but he was still attached to me like a leech but it felt normal. Every day he saw me waiting for him in the brightened blue room. As we got significantly connected to each other, he felt so familiar to me, but his time was coming soon when he won’t need me any longer. He’s already 9 years old, he’s going into fourth grade. Lost time was being passed, he didn’t acknowledge my presence as much as he used to. He finally finished fourth grade and went into fifth grade and eventually to sixth grade. Eventually, I really did feel invisible to him, the sharp pain hit me again and a pit in my stomach was forming, a small but yet growing hands passed my face and were wrapped around my shoulders. It was Vincent, he pulled me back and gave me his last gentle smile, “It’s alright RoseMary, thank you for always being there for me and you will be fine without me. Thank you, you will forever be in my heart but I’ll be going into middle school, and I’ve found new interests and new friends who are there for me.” I see my time has finally come that all I’m capable of doing is accepting this last statement of Vicente. His last words were, “Thank you but I’ll be going now RoseMary.” As Vincent was slowly walking towards the doorway with the glistening chandelier, it became a white vacant room again, my eternal sleep awaited me.