Leaving Delirium

It has been a little while since I have been on here. I have had internet problems for days now. I'm hoping to have more to share with you later. For now though, here is something I wrote a while back. 

The story below was written based on this picture. 

The family house Delirium was always the place where my fears came to life. I’m not talking figuratively either.
           As I walk through, I feel cobwebs brush across my face; hear the crunch of dead bugs beneath my feet. If only I could have just had the house torn down before walking through it…stupid regulations.
           The house is exactly as I remember it…well minus the dead bugs. I step through the last room…my old room. A rat scurries from under the bed as the floor creaks under my weight.
           I see it before I brace myself for the future reality it will show. I look into the mirror and see my blue and green eyes staring back at me, cracks forming across my face.  I brush my hand across my face and feel that the mirror has now become reality.
           As the cracks form, I know I will never be leaving delirium.

As always, I would love to hear what you think about it. Suggestions? Questions? I'm all ears. 

~KM