The rooms are of white walls and confined memories. Floor is hardwood kicked in and neglected. The roof had this fukin shit on it. Somekind of shit. The windows were boarded up and the doors were locked. Their was a hole in the board in the one room. Some punk fuckin skid threw a rock so hard it busted right through and almost knocked me in the face. I was too scared to move at first. I kept thinkin the cops were outside waitin. I peaked through the hole. Seen the kid bookin it down the street. I never seen a kid run that fast. Than I heard a noice at the front door. I slowly move back to the corner, than I start doin military rolls and shit, (whatever the fuck that is) till I got to the door. I was trippin at first I look down and I see an envelope that says B.C. hydro. Im like what the fuck. I dont use no hydro. I jus steal the neighbours. I open it up and inside it says. The cops are coming. It took a few minutes until it clicked in. so. I jus stood there lookin at it until I realized.. well the cops are coming... I go back to my corner sittin in the feetle position, Somehow I passed out and when I woke up, everything was gone. nothin but white. I see sudden reflections of my family, but only long enough to see their tears then quickly fades away. Now their is nothing left. But hope. For a golden day
6 months later my eyes open. Now im seriously seein white. White walls, white ceilings, damn even these pansy fuckers around me are wearing white. Wo did that bitch jus whip out a needle. Oh shit wtf yo. I must be somekind of E.T. to them. I try to get away but I cant move. Im fuckin losing it. but its all in my head. Couple minutes pass I suddenly lookin down on myself. Noticed I had a white bed too. That pissed me off, until I realized... Holy shit buds. Am I fucking dead?


