The Blank Room (rough draft)
I sat in a dark room staring at the chair I once used to calm my nerves. It was torn and bursting at the seams from the many years of abuse it took. I stood and walked to the door of the dark room, once again attempting to get out of this god forsaken place. My mind never registered that this door would not open until someone else entered because my mind no longer worked on its own. This is the room with no thought. It forbids your brain from going further than one word thoughts and I am its only captive. I may only write this tale down for I have escaped this room at last. So many hours have been wasted trying to think when it would never work. I lay on the bed in the corner and was waiting silently for the door to open so the red light on the wall would turn to green. I sat down in my armchair and gripped the sides with great force doubling over in pain after trying to process a thought. It was as if every time I tried to conjure a question to ask myself in my head a bolt of lightning would shock me until I stopped. A metal clanking noise sounded from the door and I spat blood on the floor in front of me. I stood from the armchair once more and moved towards the sound. I walked across the small room and pressed my ear to the door. As my face touched the cool, steel door it snug open robotically crushing me in place. The room turned from a shade of crimson to a shade of emerald. The light had finally turned green, and I was pinned against the wall. I yelled, “Help please,” fighting for air, “Move this door from my chest so I can breathe again.” A sinister voice responded, “So you are still here Mister Clark, good to see we are still blessed by your warm company.” The doors slid backwards freeing me from my prison, “Please, have a seat Roland.” I walked out from behind to door to find a man wearing a suit standing in front of me. He was tall and skinny with grey streaks running down the sides of his black hair which was slicked back revealing his perfect bone structure. “My, my look what we have here Mr. Clark you have aged quite a bit since our last check up.”I looked at the man long and hard not knowing what to say. “Oh my apologies Roland how rude of me I, of course, and Dr. Pulchuliack I have been observing your behavior in this thought free environment.”My eyes widened and I clenched my fists tightly at my sides, “You are the one that has forced me to stay in this room for years without contact to the outside world?”The man sighed and shook his head, “Now, now Roland there is no need for you to have hatred towards me you volunteered to serve as a guinea pig for this experiment.”I cracked my knuckles one by one glaring at the doctor intently, “Well I want out of this, this goddamn death trap.”I punched the door feeling a sharp pain across my fingers. “There is no need for vulgar language I am simply here to tell you that you are free to go.” He fixed his tie then cleared his throat, “That is, if you can pass one final test of course.” He placed a large booklet of questions on my cot and handed me a felt tipped pen, “You must answer all of the questions Roland and for every one you get incorrect you will be shocked to a greater degree.”The doctor turned and left me alone in the room closing the door, but the light remained green.