I wake up, the darkness fills the room, but the moonlight that enters through the windows is enough to help me distinguish my surroundings. I can't remember my bedroom, but I'm sure this isn't it. I don't even think this is a bedroom.
Suddenly, everything starts to reveal itself a little better. There's only the bed I'm in and a little dresser on the opposite side of the room. I try to get out of the sheets but I can't, it's like I'm glued; I try harder but I only sink into desperation. After a couple of minutes I stop fighting and take a deep breath, but it feels like fire running through my lungs. I scream as loud as I can to let the pain out.
When the flames inside my being finally stop, my whole body relaxes and slowly starts to feel able to move. First I get a foot, making sure it's the right one, out of the bed and put it on the cold white ground, then the other. I stand up and make an effort to walk, just like getting out of bed, one foot after another. I feel numb and clumsy, like I've been sedated.
The walls are, like the floor, blinding white, my eyes are burning and I start to feel the dizziness. I sit, resting my back on the wall to the left of the bed and cover my face with my hands. I soonly start to fall asleep. But I can't sleep, I need to escape, if only I knew where I am, or where to go. Who I'm? Where's my home?
I gain consciousness again, I feel strange. Wait a minute, I know this feeling, oh yeah, I'm in bed. How the hell did I get here? Somebody must have moved me, but how? This place is all walls, there's no way in and probably, no way out.
My body starts to repeat the same process of getting out of bed, after a while and one foot after another, I'm standing but now I walk towards the dresser. My movement is so slow and it takes me and eternity to take a few steps. I want to lay on the floor, but I'm sure I'll wake up in the bed again. The agony increases every second, and my objective is not even close, I have to put all my will in moving my useless feet.
When I have no energy left and I feel like fainting, I'm finally able to touch the dresser with my hands. I smile at the accomplishment. I open the drawers, searching for answers to questions I don't even have. They're empty. No! All my effort in vain. Tears start to stream down on my face, I need to stop but I can't help it. I let out a few sobs.
This body can't resist it anymore, I'm so tired, and I start to fall. The last thing I hear is my head hitting the ground, it hurts a lot, but not enough to keep me awake.
Trapped in this bed, where it all started, how can it be? What is taking me back? And most importantly, why? I incorporate, everything looks the same at first, but I realize after a minute of meticulous inspection that there's a knife above the dresser, finally I have a way out.
I prepare to execute the process to stand up, but this time it takes just a second to be beside the bed and, before I know it, I'm going for the object. Too easy, whatever is taking me here wants me to take it. I reach the opposite side of the room, and there it is, in all its glory, presenting itself, inviting. The Knife. It feels like a living entity, mocking me.
My hand moves without any warning, they're so close to each other that it kills me. Slowly the finally meet and...
I'm on the floor, but there's something in my hand, it's a knife. My wrists are wet, I look and there's red water coming out of them. I can't remember what happened, but I feel like going, I guess this is my way out. I'm free.
I can go now, but I can't remember which is heaven and which is hell, I just hope to make the right choice. I close my eyes and just follow the light, it's like the movies.
I wake up, and I'm on a bed, in a white room with a white floor. Finally I'm home, so I close my eyes and fall asleep, maybe tomorrow I'll find my knife above my dresser.