And there I was, standing in the middle of four walls, four plain white walls. Although it wasn't just 4 white walls, it was a cube of white walls, each side the same, not even a scratch or marking to be able to tell them apart by. A door covering the middle of the one, no cracks to tell it any different, just the small mailbox sitting on the very bottom of it. As I look down I see my legs, suddenly also covered with long white baggy trousers, whitesocks that reach up to my knees and some cheap white shiny shoes. On my upper body lies a long baggy t-shirt reaching below my hips and whose arms completely devour mine. slowly i reach for my hair, to realise I can’t touch it in the place it's usually in, that it had been cut so short I could no longer see it. PANIC flooded me like a tsunami, hitting my whole body with full force, not stopping to show me any mercy. Without even realising it, I was now up banging on the smooth door, screaming for somebody to hear me, maybe to even be able to hear a slight noise amongst the quiet that threatens to cut my life short. No response. “No response… no response...no response”.
I can feel my breath becoming stuck inside my throat as I repeat those same 2 words over and over and over and over. It's a never ending cycle.
Without knowing how long it's been since I was sitting there repeating those 2 words, a small plate slid into the room through a secret compartment placed at the bottom of the door. Where did it come from? Who put it there? There was no sign of whoever placed it there, not even a sound. Cautiously, I looked over the top of the plate and to my surprise found rice. Just enough to cover the palm of your hand. Without caring about the food,I dashed it across the other side of the room and reached to push the small compartment open. Maybe I could see someone there, another human, something not white. But it would not open, wouldn't even budge in the slightest. All the panic that I felt previously was drained, I now felt completely hopeless, and I had thrown the only food available to me into one of the corners. How much more foolish could I be. Both My legs crumbled and buckled from beneath me and my bum fell right onto the rock solid floor. Using my nails I tried to scratch some colour into the wall, even the slightest, but there was nothing to scratch out, nothing but disappointment. As if things couldn't get any worse, a sensation filled my stomach to tell me that I needed to go to the toilet. Even though it felt hopeless, I screamed at the top of my lungs for someone to please let me go to the toilet. Instead it was responded with someone placing a piece of paper through the compartment.
Is this what was supposed to be my toilet? What had I done for this to become my life, for me to be trapped here by someone who I don't know. Nonetheless, I did my business and knocked on the door, and as I did so someone opened the hatch and signaled for me to place the paper back through. I tried to peer through, see what was on the other side; shockingly all I saw was a white wall and a white bucket on the other side there to catch my toilet.
After all was done, I sat there surrounded by the pure brightness for what felt like hours trying over and over to figure out where I went wrong or who I did wrong. Not one person in my life didn't I think of, but nothing ever made sense, no matter how much I wished it did. Whoever did this was pure evil, they didn't have a single good bone in their body.
3 hours later
I found out there was someone on the other side of the room too, they shared the same experiences as me, although they didn't talk back. I talked to them every single minute I was here, and just seeing them comforted me. It was a little girl, although she wasn't dressed all in white, she looked exactly like my sister who passed away. Her hair was long and brown, eyes blue and full of hope yet her mouth looked sad. I wanted so badly to make everything okay for the little girl, to let her know she wasn't alone.
Feeling a motherly nature wash over me, I walked over there to hug her and comfort her, yet the minute I reached her and went to touch her, my hands slipped through the air, I felt nothing solid beneath the palms of my hands or the inner of my arms. Before I knew it I was falling over onto my face. I hit my head and didn't seem to care at all, I was so disorientated from the girl not being there that my whole body just froze up. Nothing is real. And there I lay frozen, not saying a word, not looking at anything but the ground, not being able to think of anything but the little scared girl.
“OVER” As soon as the words left my mouth the door swung open and I quickly got up to my feet. “It's perfect for him, he'll regret everything he ever did to me, prepare him”.
“Yes madam.”
After all was said and done, I walked out the room, a smile leaping across my face. “It's finally time”