Lost. Old. Forgotten. Wallpaper was torn and burnt. Complete utter darkness, but a bright glow sat behind what human would have named a door. Name. I had always wanted a name. But I am not known as anything, I am not even known by anyone. Lost. Old. Forgotten. That was the closest I had ever come to having a name. Ashes layered on the floor drowning me. I remembered when I was proud and I had a beautiful sight before me. Gosh, I remember those days. Standing in his hands whilst he showed others of my castle, and he'd shout to his historians all about my purpose in life. I would protect them, and now these transparent walls protected me. So much laughter, so much glee. Even the pens and pencils could sense these kids' happiness; sunshine and rainbows filling the area with love. I pulsated as I remembered the heaviness of their hearts. Then I burned from the sudden loud silence, and then siren screams. Even I developed an ache. Before I could even figure out what had happened a thick fog like substance wrapped itself around me. And I, only temporarily, suffocated. Everything was strong and everything was dark. I fell from my pedestal and fractured my frame, the drop was not as painful as it could have been, I landed on my bottom. Blinded by the darkness, everything that was once here was gone. Everything but me. Lost. Old. Forgotten. My flesh was torn and burnt. Complete utter darkness, but a bright glow sat behind what was once a door. So many had not come close to death, they had faced it. But, how could one die, if one did not live?