Glassroom
Posted on: May 15, 2014, at 09:35:12pm

Imagine a world where everything has to be done a certain way,
A way that is considered the “right” way
And if you didn’t go through like the “right” way then you would be shunned out of the world and into the outside world.
Any other way was always considered the wrong way so hardly anyone dared to do it a different way.
This world was inside a glassroom; where the inside can see the outside world, reality.

A girl decided to go a different way,
Because she couldn’t stand the vicious cycle of being judgmental and needing to be perfect.
Any little thing she thought she did, was always wrong.
Often she would stand at one of the glasswalls and look at the outside world, wondering what’s out there.
She felt sheltered for so long and couldn’t bare being suffocated into the room anymore.
But she didn’t know anyone in the outside world so she remained inside the glassroom.

For many years she held in her feelings and tried to be strong.
She felt like a failure in life even though over and over she kept trying to be perfect.
But her effort wasn’t good enough and kept getting criticized.
Often she was compared to others in the glassroom, belittling her even more,
But the world inside the glassroom didn’t know this was happening to her.

For many years she kept looking forward to getting out the glassroom,
But couldn’t bare the thoughts of leaving her home.
She didn’t even know anyone in the outside world,
Well nobody she could depend on.
But she kept looking and looking out the glasswalls, until someone in the outside world caught her eye.

The person she found interesting seemed to be very nice, responsible, and loyal.
She started knocking at the wall hoping to get his attention, which she did.
He turned around and looked at her confusingly, not understanding what was going on.
She motioned him to come to the wall, so he walked up to her.
She looked at him and smiled as he looked at her, but they had no way of communicating.

She tried speaking but he couldn’t hear her.
He tried talking to her, but she couldn’t read his lips.
She tried doing charades, but he couldn’t make out what she was trying to say.
They kept trying and trying but yet nothing seemed to work.
But then he motioned her to wait one moment and he ran off into the outside world.

She watched him run, looking forward to his return, yet afraid he wouldn’t come back.
Time went by and he still hadn’t showed up,
So she began to walk away and continue on with her life.
When she heard a knock on the wall and turned around.
And there he stood, with a marker in his hand.

He wrote on the wall, “Hello…”
She looked around for a marker yet couldn’t find anything,
So she ran off to look for a marker as well and came back to the wall as soon as possible.
She responded, “Hi. :)”
And from there on they started to talk.

She asked him how the outside world while she explained to him what her world was like.
Everyday they talked at the same spot and she had no shame in talking to someone from the outside world.
Even though it was not the “right” way.
She didn’t care anymore because she felt like she found her own right way.
But she still remained inside the glassroom.

She was afraid of going out there with him,
Because going out there meant she had to depend on him, something she isn’t used to.
She had only depended on her own family because she tried many times to depend on someone outside yet they never came through.
She had lost trust in the people out there in the real world.
So she remained in the glassroom even though she was falling apart in it.

He could see in her smile that she was truly unhappy inside,
But he could tell in her eyes that she was afraid.
So he just stood by her side, reading her frustration with her facial expressions.
Tried to comfort her when she cried.
Yet he knew it was all up to her.

One day she came late and he sat there waiting for her,
But she never showed up, and inside he was worried about her,
Yet wondered lately if she had given up because lately he kept getting the feeling that she would never follow through.
He waited and waited and still nothing, so he left for the day,
Hoping she would be there the next day.

When he went to the wall, there she stood, broken inside.
She didn’t notice he was there so he knocked on the wall and she looked up at him.
With tears in her eyes, but this time she seemed more hurt than usual.
Yet he didn’t know that in her mind she was beginning to think about truly going out there,
But it still broke her inside and the more she thought about it, the more she cried.

She didn’t say anything to him and just walked away from the wall.
He watched her walk away and disappear into the glassroom so he began to walk away as well.
He kept walking, thinking about what he could do, which he knew was nothing but wait.
And she kept thinking and thinking, but couldn’t decide.
And she felt the longer she waited, the more he considered on leaving.

The two kept walking away from the wall deep in thought.
Until a huge anger inside of her built up.
She knew she was ready to go, it was now or never.
So she grabbed the nearest rock, turned around and threw it at the glasswall, shattering it.
The sound was loud enough for him to hear and he ran to the noise, worried about her.

As he ran towards to the shattered wall, a figure showed up.
It was her, in person, in the flesh, shocked with what she had done.
She couldn’t stand on her feet and just fell onto her knees crying.
He kept running to her and she began to crawl towards him.
Glass started cutting her hands and legs as she crawled to him but she didn’t care…she had to get out.

The people inside the glassroom saw her leaving and tried to run and get her,
But she crawled away for dear life, not wanting to go back.
He finally reached her before her people could and picked her up into his arms.
She began to sob and held onto him and he just remained quiet, letting her tears roll down her cheeks.
He loved her and she loved him, and the two knew that nothing could stop them.

When the people inside the glassroom saw her with him,
They looked at her with disgust and shame,
Judging her on her choice and condemning her to failure.
But she didn’t care, because she knew in her heart that she was going to make it perfectly fine in the outside world.
And for the first time in her life, she felt completed, happy and KNEW she was going to be successful with or without the people in the glassroom.

-Sika 3/14