"Welp, there goes season six"
Now we wait for the next season.
Or it ended at this and i'm waiting for nothing.
It really doesn't matter because my stay here is forever.
The hell's that noise?
Oh yeah... been playing around the ending of the season.
Seems to be coming from outside.
Distorted guitar sounds fill the background noise.
"You know what?, I'm gonna go outside to check it"
Wait, what?
You've never gone outside the room since you can remember.
Don't even know if the door leading outside is locked.
Grab the doorknob.
Twist it.
kuh-dunk
Its open. It has been open all this time. And you didn't know that.
Open the door.
It isn't fully opened yet when you hear it:
...I'VE GOT BLISTERS ON MY FINGERS!
"oh sHIT ITS LOUD"
Heheh.
"you shut up"
You know im a part of you, right?
"well I dont care about that"
Go outside.
"oh yeah?, well im gonna do it cause fuck you"
Well then.
The outside isn't what I expected.
Tiled floor, white walls, ceiling tiles...
Its just more of the same.
The hallway streches both ways: left, and right.
On the left there is a metal bar door which leads to an unlit corridor ending in darkness.
And on the right there is a door on the other wall with a red cross painted.
An infirmary.
The hallway ends in another hallway in two directions.
Check the metal door.
Locked.
Oh well, I hate the darkness.
Might as well enter the infirmary.
You sure?
"well, since i'm already here, why not explore more?"
Enter the infirmary.
YOU ARE READING
The Schizoid
General FictionDISCLAIMER: This work of fiction is for entertainment purposes only and it is not representative of real schizophrenia. And it if has been used in poor taste, i didnt know. This man is in a room. His trials and tribulations are in. What will he do?
