I slowly awake from a sleep that felt like a lifetime, I feel weak and somehow empty like something is missing, something important.
As I lay I realise my arms are bound in a cross fashion leading up to my shoulders. I open my eyes but all I see is blackness, “am I blind”? I think to myself, I then realise that it must be a blind fold as for I feel a soft fabric teasingly brush against my nose.
I start attempting to sit up, it was difficult without the balance from my hands but I succeed after a few attempts.
I am able to move my legs, so using my legs I feel around the room, the floor feels soft, like its been cut into padded squares, it’s not leather but a type of fabric which I cannot name, I believe this to be a bed. I don’t have the strength to stand up so using my legs I push myself across the bed on which I have been laying on. I had been making slow progress but eventually I hit a wall with my head, is this a bed or a floor. Again feeling a little silly, I feel the wall with my legs; it feels very much the same as what I now assume is the floor.
I couldn’t bear not being able to see any longer, so using my legs again I attempt to take the blind fold of, I attempted many times to no avail, it was too difficult and my legs don’t seem to flex enough to reach my face. I lay back down resting myself after the lengthy investigation of what I assume is a 100% padded room. I would investigate further, but without the aid of my eyes I could end up bumping into something dangerous.
I just sit there with my back against the wall thinking, where am I? Why am I here? No answer came of course because I am alone.
After what felt like a good 10mins of resting I feel I am able to stand up, I obviously wasn’t strong enough yet, because upon my first step I fall forward rubbing my face along the soft surface of the floor. Turns out my blind fold was not on tight enough because my little fall managed to rub the blindfold down my face and into my mouth (I don’t open my eyes straight away in fear for what I might see), using my tongue I spit it out and it just hangs loosely around my neck.
I open my eyes but close them again quickly as the bright light is to dazzling and my eyes were yet to adjust to the sudden change in lighting conditions.
As I slowly open my eyes, bit by bit, my eyes slowly begin to regain their sight, the first thing I see is that the room is a small square, roughly about 2 meters on each wall. The entire room is covered with padded squares. There is no mirror as for I would like to know what I look like.
Wait, why don’t I know what I look like? I think to myself.
Anyway I search intently for a door so I can leave this room which is making me feel very uneasy. And as hard I looked I just couldn’t seem to find a door, I decide that maybe I should shout, but who should I shout for, I decide it’s better not to ask for someone but to ask to maybe be let me out of this strange room, and so I shout.
“HELLO CAN-“ I stop mid sentence, my voice is very high pitched but light, I should be able to recognise my own voice should I not?
Ignoring this fact I decide to shout anyway.
“HELLO, COULD SOMEONE LET ME OUT PLEASE?” …no one answers.
I now just sit there, in silence waiting for something to happen.
My eye lids begin to grow heavy, I assume I am tired so I lay down and shut my eyes, and go to sleep.
I had the most amazing dream to, and even though I can’t remember it I know it was amazing because when I awoke I felt like a new person.
Instantly getting up to have a look around I realise my arms are no longer bound to my chest, and lying next to me is a type of white garment, about twice the length of my very thin arms.
I pick it up and give it a closer inspection, I notice on the back of the garment there are metal loops and on the long sleeves that are attached to long pieces of string. I assume this is what whoever used to bind my arms together. I drop the garment on the floor in disgust when I notice to mounds on my chest.
Strange as it be, they don’t feel out of place but I don’t feel they should be there either.
I then notice a piece of paper in the middle of the floor, it has markings on it but I can’t seem to make any of it out. After staring at the paper for a certain length of time I also dropped that on the floor, in disappointment.
I start to pace around the room, bored but also confused. Why was my garment taken of me? Why is there a strange piece of paper on the floor?
I decide to attempt to answer the latter first, so I pick it up again and studied it closely, it’s just a piece of paper with a bunch of squares on it, some are coloured in and some aren’t .
Suddenly I hear a sound of footsteps coming in my direction, I panic and start hiding my bit of paper, I don’t know why it just felt like something I should do. I hid it under the garment in the corner and went to the other side of the room to pretend to sleep.
Eventually as the footsteps grew closer and louder and then without warning they just stopped, suddenly a small part of the wall starting moving outwards, I guess that would be the door.
Through the door stepped a stepped a dark figure, (at this point I am looking through the slits in my eyes) I could only see the figures footwear which were black with a little bit of heal, probably for height.
I wonder just who this figure is?
Suddenly the figure began to speak, “Hello Sophie how’re you?”
I begin to wonder who this Sophie is, I never really thought much of what my name could be, I was too preoccupied with familiarising myself with the surroundings.
But I reply anyway with the assumption that Sophie is in fact my name, “erm… could be better I suppose… how are you?”
Speaking that sentence was very strange to me; I just don’t recognise my voice or this name.
The figure replies “I am fine thank you, is there is anything I could do to make your stay in this facility any more comfortable?”
“I would defo feel more comfortable knowing where I am?”
The figure just stares at me and then a huge smile developed. It was amused at my confusion over my predicament. But the figure stopped smiling and walked into the room, “you are in an insane asylum Sophie until we can make you better again”.
And with that the figure left the room, thus finding myself on my own again.
I crawl back to the note to decipher what it all means.
There are 50×50 squares on the note, I assume each square represents a different padding in the room, also on this note two squares are coloured red, I don’t know why but I am curious to find out. I study the note carefully trying to find out exactly where I am, it says the door is north and according to the note I seem to be sat on one of the colured squares.
I shift a little bit to the left so I can get a good view of the square designated as yellow on the note, it seems normal. I slowly run my fingers along the edge of the padding, trying to maybe find a seam to lift it up. I was right, I found a groove half way round, and I lift up the padding to find nothing else but a knife, confused I hide it under the garment in case the strange figure comes back.
I then using the note start trying to find the one other square, it was difficult to find because it was near the middle and that is a lot of padding’s to search. I spent what felt like 30mins trying to find it, but my efforts were in vain because even after searching all the padding’s I still couldn’t find a seam.
I sit down, a little fed up but still optimistic on finding it.
I pick up the knife and I just sit and ponder, thinking about what I could do, all I had was a knife, a missing square and scary figure which calls me Sophie.
What should I do with the knife? Maybe I should stab the evil looking figure with it.
Is my name Sophie, could that be my name or a shortened version of Sophia or something.
My confusion slowly starts taking me over, the rooms starts spinning as I enter a state of dizziness from all the stress that I am trying my hardest to overcome. I start to lose my balance and drop the knife on the floor, I then collapse onto the floor and went what felt like a deep sleep.
I don’t know what woke me up or how long I slept, but I was still exhausted from the lack of food and water. I notice the knife on the floor; it was stood erect with the metal end firmly in one of the pads. I reach over to the knife and pull it out with ease, in fact I found it a little too easy. I investigate the padding and notice that it is in fact hollow, much like the one I found the knife in. I tear the padding open with my hands to find food.
Even though it consisted of mainly crisps, chocolate and water, I immediately started eating it all, I was after all very hungry and extremely thirsty. After I had eaten my fill, I notice a shiny object inside the little hole; I reach in and take it out. It was very strange; whenever I looked at it a strange figure look back at me in the eye it was even mimicking me. I put the object on the floor and pick up the knife quickly, there was something inside the object and I had to be ready to defend myself.
Suddenly the door behind me began to open; I had been so preoccupied with food that I hadn’t noticed the footsteps approaching the room.
I had a choice now, either stay in the room and explain what’s happening or stab the figure in the doorway and try to make a break for it. I had to think fast, I decided to make a run for it, either way I would probably regret it later and I want to at least get away from that room.
So using my new found energy I run towards the door brandishing the knife, I stab the figure as hard as I could, not knowing where I stabbed it, as long as the scary thing can’t follow me. The figure gave a little yelp as I hastily ran out the door.
The first thing I saw when I was out the room was a long, narrow, marble corridor with a large window at the end and each side of the corridor was lined with a dozen doors, which I assume lead to rooms like the one I was stuck in. I ran down the hall way as fast as I possibly could until I got to the end, which resulted in a choice. I had a choice of left or right. To the right I heard shouting and some figures emerging from the distance, to the left I heard shouting but there was no sign of anything.
I decide to go left, there seems to be little hope but I just couldn’t live myself knowing I didn’t at least try. So I am running as fast as my legs will take me, until some more figures start to emerge. I panic and try to turn round but I slide and fall to the ground. My head wallops marble floor (dizziness is taking me over), but somehow I am able to get back up and run the opposite direction back to where I came (at the end of the long corridor). But now the other set of figures were finally here in what I recognise to be long white coats. I am surrounded, there is nowhere to go.
There is only one thing left I could think to do. I run half way up the corridor towards my cell and turn round. I then start running back down as fast as my tiring legs could possibly carry me. And I jump towards the window.
As I make contact with the glass window, it begins to shatter enveloping me in glass. I felt like I was flying into the outside world and hopefully discover myself and find out who I truly am. As I was flying through the window though, one of the figures grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back through the window and smashed me onto the floor with such force. I try to struggle but one of the figures stick something into me and I begin to what feels like falling asleep.
But just as I was about to sleep, one of the many figures stood over me and said, “She gets better every time” and with that I closed my eyes.
I slowly awake from a sleep that felt like a lifetime, I feel weak and somehow empty like something is missing, something important.
THE END?
Written by supermarioex aka SMX
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