M/n's POV
All I had know was pain and loneliness.
Maybe that's all life will have for me.
Mystery of life and
Why does it feel like it drives me mad?
Not knowing what's in it for you?
If I don't know then how will I know if I'm doing the right thing?
I don't want to know everything about my future, but can't I at least know if there really is something for me.
Then maybe I can quit while I'm at it.
Cut it short.
Let it end sooner so nothing can ever have the chance to go wrong.
Sounds peaceful.
I think I'll like that a lot more.
*SCREEEEECH*
With a loud screech from what sounded like a heavy metal table being moved on concrete floor.I wake up gasping for air and coughing. Leaning to the side of the table I woke up one I spit out the flem from the back of my throughly.
God I hate asthma.
I sit up on the table and grab my leg. It was all bandaged up.
I'm also I'm a hospital gown. Least I still got my boxers on. (Don't want it to be too weird.)
Looking around now the room looks like a surgical room. dim lights with white tiled walls and white floors with many red stains not filthy but just a smeared red stains of blood. Drains on two side of the room and multiple tables with surgical supplies, monitors and a fridge.
By the door was a man. The guy who who said I passed, right? What did I pass?
"If your okay to stand please follow me." Standing still with his arms behind his back and a stiff pose.
I rub my head to release a little stress and get ready to step on the floor when my arms just stops arming and I fall forward off the table. I swing my other arm as I fall grabbing the cart next to me and knocking it over with me.
My head hurts and feels like it's being crushed from every possible direction.
I hold my head with my hand on the side and slowly sit up. It was confusing. Why was I in a room full of stainless steel Appliances?
I remember the deal I made. I just don't know where I am. It feels suffocating.
I grab the table above me and pull myself back off the ground and on my two feet. Turning to face the door, I look at the same person who had stoped me.
Stopped me from stabbing myself in the chest with a splintered up stick. Maybe it was a test. Test of dedication?
But to what?
"If you could tell me where I am or what's gonna happen next, that'd be great." I say scratching the hack of my neck.
"You are in my surgical room. I'm the doctor in this house and I did my job patching up your leg." He gestures his hand down towards my bandaged leg. The one I got stuck during the storm.
"Could you tell me more about this house?" I stay calm despite the fact that this room doesn't feel like a sage room. "If you'd follow me already, I can give a tour to your room and then meet with the boss." He points at the door and slowly inches toward the hall waiting for me.
Quickly slamming my hand on the table, I hop over it and walk to the door. Even with my leg still hurting it only stung a little landing on it. "Show me the way," I say slightly bowing as a joke to light the intense mood.
He walks into the hall and I follow."This is the hall way that leads to the kitchen and the living room."
It was light quiet bright for what looks like such a wine down house. The old 70's wallpaper peeling on the top and bottom, revealing a rotted wood underneath. The windows were filthy. They were covered in dirt, and grease from peoples hands all smeared together over the years.
The lights were an old style. Like half a bowl glued to the wall and the light bulb inside of it. Of corse I wouldn't know what it's called cause I've never seen anything like it.
"It's worn down but it's kinda beautiful." I say slowing my words towards the end. "We all serve a part in the house to keep it intact, but no one ever cleans the windows in the halls."
"Maybe we can put you on cleaning duty for the halls till our boss finds out what his plan is for you."
(I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!!! I've been busy with life lately. Not many of you Will probably keep up with this story but I hope it's something new and interesting for all you insomniac people!!)
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