Post by ♥ on Feb 6, 2007 17:23:06 GMT -5
Three nights, three nightmares. Three dreams filled with horror. Thrice comes the realisation that, in fact, they were reality. Perhaps they were a dream, perhaps I am in a straightjacket, trapped within a dark, dank locker, encaged in my own terrible, horrific memories. Or maybe, just maybe, it is the all encasing darkness that feels like a living creature. It smothers me… I will drown in this absence of light, of virtue, of any goodness that could come to a word. Drown in my sick, twisted inner thoughts. Shall I recap for you? No? Alright then, I will…
Day the first. I stepped from my coffin, so to speak, my breath catching in the back of my throat. Untangling myself from the thin, summer thickness blanket that had started to suffocate me, I readjusted to reality. Safe, mundane reality. The walls were covered in rings of dark- moisture, an annoying damp that had caused a slight mould. Nothing to worry about. The entire room was a shade darker than normal, thick, suffocating curtains forcing the light back. What time was it anyway? I rose, flattening, or at least attempting to flatten, the white sheets onto the bed behind me. Tiptoeing to the curtains, I peeled them back and recoiled at the brilliant light that attacked my eyes. Blinking back the stars and spots of a burnt vision, a perched on the edge of the mattress, a single shaft of light catching the floating dust, like a ray from heaven. I despised it. I tore open the curtains, squeezing my eyes shut as the sun sought into my pupils, tearing my vision, violently, as I had ripped open the curtains. Penance. Then I stepped back, allowing my eyelids to drift apart, and strode over to the locked door that had held me imprisoned for the last sixty hours. I had awoken some time ago, in the first day, to find myself locked in an odd, white walled room. A musty, white walled room. With no knowledge of how I arrived, not how to escape… I sighed, gave the handle another futile try and turned back around.
Next to be opened, after the curtains and my eyes, was the wardrobe. Oak, sturdy, gothic style. I pulled the handles- carved in the intricate shape of twisted ivy leaves, twining into a thick rope, the leaves themselves attaching them to the doors. They, too, followed the ivy leaf theme. Not that I cared, it was just that in two and a half days one tends to examine every possible detail until the very number of berries per bunch along the panels became something of second nature. 14? Halfway there, I feared. I slipped my white shift up and over my head, replacing it with jeans, a white t-shirt. No shoes. Why I even bothered to change was beyond me. Why my captor had given me such things as a wardrobe, comb, bed… Window. Behind the window, iron bars cast long shadows. I sighed, inwardly. I had not made a sound, unable to break the silence as if it were some sacred thing… Some sacred thing, keeping me company after so long on my own. Flopping down onto the mattress, ignorant of crumpled sheets, a pulled the curtains back over the taunting outside world and dug my fingers between the mattress and headboard, absently. What was that? I wormed my fingers down… Something metal. Round. I pulled it out, some hope flickering in me, for maybe I was saved from insanity after all. I pulled the object out…. A battery? Pourquoi? I fingered it, my fingers feeling across the metal. Everyone has always described my digits as slender.. Regardless, I felt along the cylinder, the dip of the minus, the jutting section of the plus. And then the voice came.
“So, you have begun to play, Mia-chan.” It was deep, clearly modified so as to sound anonymous. I started, eyes darting around the room. “W-who’s there?” I stammered, my voice forcing its way out as a strangled squeak. The voice came from everywhere, yet there were no speakers… How were they doing this? The modified voice could be a distorted man, or a woman, technology could do anything. Speakers in the walls, right under my nose… “I am your captor. If you wish to escape alive… Well, you shall have to figure that out by yourself.” I was sweating, even though the room was of a pleasant temperature. I held the battery in my clammy hand, standing up. Play? Was this some kind of…Game? I had received food, drink, so was not at a loss for survival rations… What was going on? I began a thorough search of the room, getting the distinct impression Ni was being watched- god forbid my captor was male. Or if he was, I severely hope he was not orientated towards the female gender. I had done some changing in the room. I did not like the thought of being watched doing that. Pushing those thoughts aside, I rummaged through all possible areas. The draw, the wardrobe, under the wardrobe… My search revealed an odd box, a ring, and a second battery. The box has three holes; a circular, hollow… Ring! I placed the golden circle into the hole…. A perfect match… How strange. Not letting my triumph and worry best me, I noted the other two shapes- a cylindrical rod, and plain rectangle. Both were empty, almost sorrowful at being left out. Scouring the room for any more clues, I noticed a glimmer behind the curtains. Reaching behind, my fingers closed a round a long, metal, slightly curved bar. A cylinder. The rod. I rushed back to the box, shoving the rod into its respective place… What was going on? Too engrossed to stop now, I flattened myself to the ground and felt around under the bed… Aha! I retrieved a flat, copper rectangle, and pushed it into the last remaining slot. With a click, the box opened… “Oh no, Mia-baka! You have fallen into the trap! Too bad, you’ll have to start again… Somewhere else…”
So here I am. Sitting, rotting away, in the dark. Bah, I have not won. I shall never win. I shall die, mad, unthinking in this choking black velvet. This is no mere absence of light. This is a living, breathing creature, with claws, and eyes, and ears, demonic, cackling voices… Modified voices. I never found out who that person is. Who knew my name, who knew where I lived, who cruelly tricked me… Who left me to choke in the smothering black. I curse them, and hope my end comes quickly. Until then, let my suffering be eased by nothing, for I was fooled.
(Alright, it's an english homework, and crap. The plot is somewhat like the Crimson Room, and it ha dto be romance, hooror or mystery. *Shrug* Enjoy, if you want. x33)
Day the first. I stepped from my coffin, so to speak, my breath catching in the back of my throat. Untangling myself from the thin, summer thickness blanket that had started to suffocate me, I readjusted to reality. Safe, mundane reality. The walls were covered in rings of dark- moisture, an annoying damp that had caused a slight mould. Nothing to worry about. The entire room was a shade darker than normal, thick, suffocating curtains forcing the light back. What time was it anyway? I rose, flattening, or at least attempting to flatten, the white sheets onto the bed behind me. Tiptoeing to the curtains, I peeled them back and recoiled at the brilliant light that attacked my eyes. Blinking back the stars and spots of a burnt vision, a perched on the edge of the mattress, a single shaft of light catching the floating dust, like a ray from heaven. I despised it. I tore open the curtains, squeezing my eyes shut as the sun sought into my pupils, tearing my vision, violently, as I had ripped open the curtains. Penance. Then I stepped back, allowing my eyelids to drift apart, and strode over to the locked door that had held me imprisoned for the last sixty hours. I had awoken some time ago, in the first day, to find myself locked in an odd, white walled room. A musty, white walled room. With no knowledge of how I arrived, not how to escape… I sighed, gave the handle another futile try and turned back around.
Next to be opened, after the curtains and my eyes, was the wardrobe. Oak, sturdy, gothic style. I pulled the handles- carved in the intricate shape of twisted ivy leaves, twining into a thick rope, the leaves themselves attaching them to the doors. They, too, followed the ivy leaf theme. Not that I cared, it was just that in two and a half days one tends to examine every possible detail until the very number of berries per bunch along the panels became something of second nature. 14? Halfway there, I feared. I slipped my white shift up and over my head, replacing it with jeans, a white t-shirt. No shoes. Why I even bothered to change was beyond me. Why my captor had given me such things as a wardrobe, comb, bed… Window. Behind the window, iron bars cast long shadows. I sighed, inwardly. I had not made a sound, unable to break the silence as if it were some sacred thing… Some sacred thing, keeping me company after so long on my own. Flopping down onto the mattress, ignorant of crumpled sheets, a pulled the curtains back over the taunting outside world and dug my fingers between the mattress and headboard, absently. What was that? I wormed my fingers down… Something metal. Round. I pulled it out, some hope flickering in me, for maybe I was saved from insanity after all. I pulled the object out…. A battery? Pourquoi? I fingered it, my fingers feeling across the metal. Everyone has always described my digits as slender.. Regardless, I felt along the cylinder, the dip of the minus, the jutting section of the plus. And then the voice came.
“So, you have begun to play, Mia-chan.” It was deep, clearly modified so as to sound anonymous. I started, eyes darting around the room. “W-who’s there?” I stammered, my voice forcing its way out as a strangled squeak. The voice came from everywhere, yet there were no speakers… How were they doing this? The modified voice could be a distorted man, or a woman, technology could do anything. Speakers in the walls, right under my nose… “I am your captor. If you wish to escape alive… Well, you shall have to figure that out by yourself.” I was sweating, even though the room was of a pleasant temperature. I held the battery in my clammy hand, standing up. Play? Was this some kind of…Game? I had received food, drink, so was not at a loss for survival rations… What was going on? I began a thorough search of the room, getting the distinct impression Ni was being watched- god forbid my captor was male. Or if he was, I severely hope he was not orientated towards the female gender. I had done some changing in the room. I did not like the thought of being watched doing that. Pushing those thoughts aside, I rummaged through all possible areas. The draw, the wardrobe, under the wardrobe… My search revealed an odd box, a ring, and a second battery. The box has three holes; a circular, hollow… Ring! I placed the golden circle into the hole…. A perfect match… How strange. Not letting my triumph and worry best me, I noted the other two shapes- a cylindrical rod, and plain rectangle. Both were empty, almost sorrowful at being left out. Scouring the room for any more clues, I noticed a glimmer behind the curtains. Reaching behind, my fingers closed a round a long, metal, slightly curved bar. A cylinder. The rod. I rushed back to the box, shoving the rod into its respective place… What was going on? Too engrossed to stop now, I flattened myself to the ground and felt around under the bed… Aha! I retrieved a flat, copper rectangle, and pushed it into the last remaining slot. With a click, the box opened… “Oh no, Mia-baka! You have fallen into the trap! Too bad, you’ll have to start again… Somewhere else…”
So here I am. Sitting, rotting away, in the dark. Bah, I have not won. I shall never win. I shall die, mad, unthinking in this choking black velvet. This is no mere absence of light. This is a living, breathing creature, with claws, and eyes, and ears, demonic, cackling voices… Modified voices. I never found out who that person is. Who knew my name, who knew where I lived, who cruelly tricked me… Who left me to choke in the smothering black. I curse them, and hope my end comes quickly. Until then, let my suffering be eased by nothing, for I was fooled.
(Alright, it's an english homework, and crap. The plot is somewhat like the Crimson Room, and it ha dto be romance, hooror or mystery. *Shrug* Enjoy, if you want. x33)