D.

The morning sun made the clowns disappear, as the footprints of the invisible children were covered by snow. Clouds casted the shadows of arms finally long enough to reach me, as I stood in the middle of the road breathing in the cold air. I stared into the sky waiting for it to happen, but it never did. I waited for the clock to stop ticking, but grew less concerned with each breath. The room turned red which made it feel smaller, warmer, less petrifying. My chest opened up leaving everything inside ready to be loved or hated. It didn't matter anymore.

Staring fear in the face I smashed the mirror, it was time to let everything I thought I knew fall to the floor disguised as shards of reflected glass. I was free, I had opened a door that had been locked my whole life. I finally heard the music... and it was beautiful.