The Quiet Room

Blank walls. Blank floor. Painted white. Carpeted white. So silent.


      Bzzz…

The electric hum of the bright florescent lights overhead hum away like an ever-present swarm of bees.


      Bzzz…


I don’t know how long I’ve been here. They won’t tell me. In fact, I can’t even remember why I’m here; They won’t tell me that either. I look up then, blink a few times to release myself from the torrent of thoughts and stare at the wall before me.


      Same as the other three.


Standing, I stretch my crossed legs and glance quietly around the empty room.


      No bed. No blanket. No pillow. No nothing.


They would simply keep the temperature at a comfortable 70 degrees Fahrenheit all day, all night; it’s not like I could tell the difference anymore. Turning back to the wall, I stare at it. There’s nothing else to do but stare at walls.
      I walk closer to it and press my hands to its smooth, cool surface. It feels funny. As ludicrous as it sounds, it’s true! Like something is a tad out of place. I put my cheek to the wall.


      Listen.


There was a soft, almost indistinguishable droning purr emanating from it. My eyes grew wide and I jumped back a little. With suspicious and probably crazed eyes I watched it intently, waiting for something, anything to happen.


      Is it… Talking to me?


No! It’s a wall, you idiot! A wall! C’mon, don’t go completely out of your brains.


      Too late.


But I continued to gawk at the plain white façade. I, angst-ridden and apprehensive, watched it, serious and somber.


      Quiet.


Ringing.


      A loud flutter.


It sounded like a million birds all taking off at once, all flapping their wings fervently around my ears. I remember only once seeing birds. I must’ve been ten or eleven, holding someones warm hand and watching a gazillion pigeons swarm around my handful of bread crumbs. I was intrigued by those birds, but now I cupped my hands desperately over my ears, frantic to make the sound go away.


      A voice.


It came hushed at first then grew louder and louder and louder… The voice was screaming rage in my brain; screaming so loud…

“I’ll prepare you for a sick, dark world.”

Over and over.


      “Shut up!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs.
My legs gave out from under me and I collapsed to the rough white carpet. Arms flying I racked them against the wall, trying to make a sound louder than this voice.

“—Sick, dark world.”

      “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Shaking my head vigorously I toppled backwards.

“Prepare…Prepare…Prepare…”

White hands flocked my vision suddenly.
      The words continued.
Walls towered.
      Birds flew.


Then…
      Nothing.


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I awake.


      Same room. Same buzzing lights. Same four walls.


I lay still on the white carpet for an eternity and try to remember.

      Something. Anything. My mind is blank. No recollection.

Sitting up and blinking the spots away, I stand. Cold shivers run along my bare shoulders and exposed hips. Terror jumps through my veins as I realize with immense fear that I am clothed with nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a normal hospital gown. I swing my arms around frantically, trying urgently to cover myself.

      “No! No! No! Be quiet! Shut up!” Screeching and twitching violently.

“—how do you like that?”

There’s that voice again. I recognize it from somewhere; somewhere haunting and dirty, but I can’t recall where.
      Another shudder rolls over my goose bumped skin. Wrapping my arms around the most fragile parts of myself I run towards the wall. The plain white wall. There’s nowhere else to go. My head hurts and I’m confusional-delusional.
      The white wall looms and I tear my arms from myself and smash my fists into the hard barrier dividing me from here and whatever is out there. First new color I’ve seen in I-don’t-know-how-long:

-Red.-

 

So, I’ll be working on three blogs at once.

Comment on ‘em, whether you want them to continue or not, maybe a few outcomes you want for the various characters.

(Like this intensity?)

The story is in your hands.

Enjoy. =)

L.E.