White Room by Jasmin Humphrey

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Everyone thinks you are crazy. They've put you in a mental asylum. But how do you feel?

Submitted: December 04, 2012

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As I look around the room, all I can see are four white walls. Four white walls caving in. Four white walls squashing my rib cage; squashing my lungs, my heart. I push. I push with all the strength I have left. I scream. But no sound is coming out. I can’t breathe.

There’s light. In the distance, I see light. It may only be a dot of yellow brightness but that’s all I need. I can make it. I can get out of here. I can see my breath appear on the metallic wall. I can feel my heart beat. My stomach is expanding to its normal size. The walls are hovering backwards.

Smack. I fall to the ground. The once white concrete is now red; dark red. I try to raise myself, clawing the floor with my fingernails. They break. My fingers snap, one by one. Why can’t I get up? I look towards the bright speck, praying that it’ll give me strength. If there’s light out there then there’s light in here; there’s a chance for me.

The red floor fades back to its original white. My grinded fingernails grow back to their normal length. My fingers click back into position. I manage to pull myself up on to my bed. I lie there, silently, staring at the ceiling.

Dust starts to fall, hitting my nose. I close my eyes. Please don’t fall. Please don’t fall. I open them. Pieces of white grit tumble down on to my bed, surrounding me, trapping me. I’m not suffocating, I’m drowning. I try to move my arms to swim towards the light but I’m paralysed. The light gets brighter and brighter. It’s hurting my eyes. Gone. The yellow dot is now just a piece of the white wall. The little hope I had left is no more. No chance for me now.

Slam. The white door opens. People. People are rushing into the room, rushing to my bedside. My muscles become looser. I flick the pieces of grit away from my bed. The sea becomes shallower. I can swim. I can breathe.

I know what is going to happen next. Needles. Please don’t put me to sleep. Please don’t put me to sleep. I need hope that I’ll get out of here. I need a chance. Sleeping wont help me. I want to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I scream. This time with sound coming out of my mouth. You can’t touch me. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.

I want to see the sky, the clouds and the sun. I want to lie on the grass and watch the squirrels scurry up the trees. I want to be a part of the world. If you put me to sleep then I can’t be a part of anything. No I’m not crazy, I’m not. I’m normal. I don’t deserve to be here.

 The sharp stinging lasts for a second and then blackness. No white walls, no bed, no door, just darkness. I wont give up. When I awake next I will get out of here. I will see the sun.


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