Where am I ?

It's so dark, I can't see. I can't hear . I can't feel.

I….I

I

Who am I?

I search myself for answers but find none. Strange . I feel hallow , incomplete. Like a canvas without a painting. Like a book without any words. Like a dream without a thought.

Empty .

I look around me and I see, white space as far as the eye can see. Stretching everywhere. No ground no ceiling. Just white space..

I turn around and am greeted by a simple wooden door. It's just like me , not attached to anything just…there.

I look around it, just the same door. Yet it stands without support unconnected to anything. Defying any logic. Then again nothing here makes sense…it's not as if I have a frame of reference for strange anymore anyway.. the door knob is spherical it shines dully with a bronze sheen. No keyhole present. Aside from that it seems normal…out of place in this bizarre space. Why do I think it's not normal? I don’t even know what normal is. It's strange I know what it is but don't understand why I know it or how for that matter.

Who would put a door here?

I reach out to touch the door, not as if I have anything else to do here anyway, with my hands and twist the handle. I hear a dull click as the lock disengages. It's loud in the space where nothing exists. My hands are still on the handle, for some reason I hesitate to push the door open.

Do I really want to go through here? What's on the other side? Why do I have to leave here?

I'm safe here.

Nothing can hurt me here.

Hurt me…why would I think that? Was I in danger? Am I in danger still?

No there is no one else here but me. Nothing else.

So why do I want to leave? I could stay here forever. In this empty world, without consequence , without fear, without pain, without anger, without sorrow , without regret…without life… is this the place I want to stay? I feel like if I wanted , I can make this door go away. Make it so that I am truly alone in this place. I don’t feel bad here… but I can't feel anything at all.

My hands are gripped on the handle , unwilling to let go…what's on the other side. What could possibly be on the other side that I'd ever want to leave here? What could possibly be waiting for me?

My thoughts are tinged with rage, like I'm shouting at everything , blaming everything. Angry for reasons i do not understand

I HAVE NOTHING THERE WAITING FOR ME!

NOTHING AT ALL!

I'VE NEVER DID!

So why…why can't I let go of the door?

An eternity seems to pass as I stand in nowhere, clutching a door to who knows where. I take a breath, calm down and think. It's just a door it shouldn’t be that difficult a decision .

To open or not to open that is the question.

Alright ,weigh the options, I could stay here in nothing ,in this place of absolute certainty or take my chances with this very suspicious door to absolute uncertainty.

I begin to try and understand the true weight of my actions but it becomes painfully obvious that I've already chosen, because my hand is still gripped firmly on the door handle.

*sigh*

honestly I've just spent what seems like forever debating on whether to open a door or not. I've wasted enough time. I push the door I stare into it. There is nothing but blackness on the other side. I can't see into it. I turn around and see my empty little infinite white space. A world of light or dark. Choices, choices. Too late to back out now , I say to myself knowing full well nothing is stopping me from turning back and running in which ever direction I so dam well choose.

*sigh* I'm doing that a lot lately I think I may have picked up a bad habit. I wonder where it came from? Or who?

I step into the dark and the world of white fades to nothing.

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A/n note : yes Grimm spent the whole chapter debating whether or not to open a door but it's meant to be more than just that. Emphasis on meant here because it may have just come across as just filler due to my poor writing skillz.

...I'm trying okay (˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ ) ?

You maybe be thinking "wow what an idiot he should have just opened the door and be done with it", now bear in mind here he spent all that time thinking about opening the door,

but you spent the whole time reading about it.. so honestly who is really the stupid one here?

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Ps : It's me cause I had to write it (╥_╥).