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- >You open your eyes, for what seems like the first time in a while.
- >Your body feels stiff, as you sit up.
- >Looking around the room, you see...
- >Nothing. It's a white room.
- >Not like one you would see in a crazy house. No, it's not padded, and there's no bed. Only a chair.
- >No windows, no doors.
- >Nothing. You walk around the room, questions running though your head.
- >Then, a big one strikes you.
- >Who ARE you? What are you?
- >A human. That one was easy. But...your name, it evades you. Your personality, it flees from your grasp. Your age, too, will not show itself to you..
- >What you are, not biologically, but... what you have MADE yourself in life. It's... just not there.
- >All gone. Everything that made you, you... is gone.
- >You start to panic, hyperventilating.
- >This isn't a great way to start.
- >Air, the air is getting thin.
- >No, this... this isn't right!
- >As fast as you can manage, you bang your head against a wall, but nothing happens.
- >No pain, no sound, just… nothing.
- >You try to let out a scream, but again, no sound.
- >This room. This god damn room!
- >You wrap your hands around your throat, as more air leaves your body.
- >Your eyes start feeling like lead, and close.
- >As soon as you woke up, you pass out again.
- >"Wake up." said a voice
- >You turn your head, ignoring the voice. You want to be alone. You want to stay there, and wither away.
- >"It's okay, I wont hurt you" said the voice.
- >It sounded warm, and kind, yet soft.
- >But, you still wanted nothing to do with it. You don't know how to answer it, or rather, how you used to answer it.
- >You’re at a loss for words.
- >You feel something touch your side.
- >You slap at it with your hand, and curl into the fetal position.
- >"It seems scared..." said another voice.
- >"Poor thing, it looks like it has been though a lot." Replied the first voice.
- >You feel something else. Not a touch, but... warmth.
- >Rolling on to your back, you open your eyes, only to see...
- >The room. The white room.
- >The warmth is gone, and there is no one in the room.
- >Another thing is... You weren't on the floor.
- >No, you were in the chair, in the fetal position.
- >How you didn't feel this, was beyond you.
- >And how you felt the warmth of the sun was also beyond you.
- >You steel yourself, as you let your eyes wander the room.
- >Before, you didn't really examine the room much before you panicked, so you didn't notice a timer.
- >It's just there.
- >On a wall in front of the chair.
- >It's counting down; it has what looks like 3 days left on it.
- >Three days until what? What will happen in three days? Will you die? Will the room open?
- >You pass the time, wandering the room, wishing you had something to do, thinking about what happened before you opened your eyes.
- >The interactions, the feeling. You FELT the contact you made with the person.
- >You felt something hard in that quick second you slapped them away.
- >Your eyes, keep on glancing back to the timer.
- >Hours pass, and still nothing. You recall nothing.
- >The meaning of the count down scares you, as the unknown always had.
- >Always had? What is that supposed to mean?
- >You know nothing of yourself. yet that. You know that.
- >It feels instinctive. Like it's part of yourself, or at least. What's there.
- >You try to sigh, but this room seems to eat sound. All you get is the gesture.
- >12 hours of wandering have passed, you feel tired, not from the walking, no. Just mentally exhausted.
- >You lie down on the floor, and soon fall asleep.
- >You hear sobbing.
- >"Wake up already..." Said a cracking female elderly voice.
- >The sound of a steady "beep” of a heart monitor in the background
- >You feel her shake you.
- >"You're my son, I won't let you leave!" said the voice, distressed.
- >You feel a weight on your stomach, as if someone has their head on it.
- >It seems this person is your mother. You wish you could recall what you used to call her. Or her name. But all you call from your memories are blanks.
- >The voice, now muffled speaks once more. "Wake up, *********"
- >Your eyes jut open.
- >Did... did she say your name? It was garbled... You think she did, but... Crap.
- >You rub your head, trying to sort these thoughts. She was obviously sad about you.
- >You wanted to comfort her, but your body wouldn't listen.
- >And then, there was the weight. You don't normally feel weight in dreams... do you?
- >No, that's not right... It was just like the first one.
- >You look up to the timer.
- >You had slept for a good 10 hours.
- >The clock now displayed 43:49:02.
- >The seconds slowly ticking away.
- >The question of what will happen is in your mind again, festering.
- >You get up out of the chair, and start roaming the room, again stewing in your thoughts.
- >You wish there was something better to do.
- >You wish you were OUT of this damn room. You want your memories back; answers for all the questions in your head.
- >In the little tantrum, you punch the wall. You punch with what you think is all you can.
- >Again, and again. You punch the wall.
- >Exhaustion is not coming, you feel no difference. You keep on beating the wall.
- >No pain, sound, or... anything. No damage to the wall, or your fist.
- >You can FEEL the contact with the wall, and by every right, you should feel the pain that follows.
- >You expect it, you WAIT for it. But it never comes.
- >You stop hitting the wall and simply stand there, head hanging low.
- >A new thought takes over.
- >You raise your head, and walk back to the chair.
- >It's a rather large wooden chair.
- >Never really took note on it.
- >But for what you want, it works.
- >You grab the chair, and lift it over your head
- >Aiming at the timer on the wall, you throw the chair, screaming.
- >It flies though the air, and hits the timer, but simply bounces off, as if made of rubber.
- >Your screams and the sound of the chair colliding with the wall, unvoiced as the room yet again ate the sound.
- >The chair is undamaged, and so is the timer.
- >You walk to the chair and pick it up again.
- >Grabbing it at the top, you begin trying to smash it on the ground.
- >Nothing happens.
- >It stays intact, and you, at the same level of stamina
- >Distraught at this, you begin running at the wall, knowing full well nothing will happen.
- >You charge at them, ramming them with your shoulder screaming, hollering for freedom, only for your voice to be stolen by the damn room.
- >Three times you charge the walls, three times you failed.
- >You turn, back against the wall, weeping, confused, lonely, and seemingly tired.
- >Glancing at the clock...
- >That can't be right.
- >10 hours could not have gone by so fast, you only just woke up.
- >At least... You think you did. Everything is so damn blurry.
- >You stay at the wall, and roll onto your side, closing your eyes, trying to get some sleep.
- >Hopefully, you may get some answers in your dreams.
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