18
Chapter 2
The greyness disintegrates from the centre, outwards and I stare dumbfoundly at whatevero s in front of me. After a few slow, warm breathes my eyesight comes into focus and I find myself staring at a white ceiling. I strain to tilt my head at the rest of the room.
I see that I am in fully white room where the only other colours are found in the shadows and on my skin. The room is perfectly square with no windows and one door. The lamp on the ceiling was a simple dot with light emitting from it. A wardrobe sat in the corner with a shiny surface and two round doorknobs each having a pattern of their own nearly invisible to the naked eye. On the left wall was a whiteboard with one pen and one rubber with a complex framework composed of many shapes stuck together. On the right wall was a mirror reflecting everything in the room as if it were a recording of what was happening at this very moment. Finally, I looked at my bed, the bed knobs are identical to those on the wardrobe and the duvet covers are a pure, white silk. Looking under my sheets I notice I am wearing a simple shirt and pair of shorts both made of polyester, white obviously. After releasing the sheets so they may obey gravity once more I skim my hand across the cover attempting to feel it, but my hand is numb. I move around in the bed, trying to get rid of my pins and needles. A vibration travels down my limbs and a long antagonising pain covers me. As quickly as it came the pain leaves my body and a sensation fills me as if all my limbs were new. I skim my hand a second time across the bedcovers again and succeeded in feeling it. It felt as soft and delicate as snow, but as smooth as polished marble. The coldness of the cover flows into my hand and fills me with delight. I smile at my achievement and my brain rewards me a daydream of a beautiful display of scenery.
After straightening my body to sit as tall as possible, I try to recall my last events before ending up in this room, but nothing comes up. I then think to myself, but nothing important came up, only daydreams and fantasies appeared. Then I noticed something was wrong, but I couldno t put my finger on it. Then it came to me. I couldno t remember my name. After stressing for a while, I tried to think of other things, family, friends, home, but all I see are blanks spaces. I violently, yet quickly get out of the bed, tossing the duvet into the air whilst standing up and looking at the mirror. I see a reflection of my face covered in sweat and red areas where I slept in a funny position. I had soft blonde short hair hiding the top of my head. Freckles dotted my face and my eyes were a dull grey. Taking into all account everything on my face so as to know something that was definitely fact yet still precious at the time being. A cold touch runs across my chest and I look down to find the cause of it. It was a badge pin. I quickly move my vision to the other side of my shirt and spot the name tag. It was white and smooth with Ryan on it in black. With only the name-tag to help me I remember my name. I now had two facts I could hold onto that were both simple yet both very precious.
I pirouette on the spot and face the door. It had no handle on it, or pattern, or sign of that it could be opened from within the room. The only thing I knew about it that it was white and made of a material similar to marble. Clicking my stiff fingers, I approach the door placing my hand upon it. The door was ice cold and rough to the touch. A humming noise flooded the air and the door slid downwards disappearing into narrow hole. The hole was soon fitted with a marble piece and the humming noise stopped. I then stepped through the doorway and into the hallway.
| Tags |
642895
6
Sophisticated_Trashcan
Panda_Shark
BroccoliTheGirl
Moonlight7CR
WishQuest
proventhesheep
Gluonmaster
MaximusPrime23
IcedPenguin9808ALT
Deryn1
Create an account or sign in to comment.