An unleading lesson

Chapter 3: Isolation

The next memory Callum remembered was lying down in an all white room with a mattress, a small restroom behind a white wall, a shelf of white water bottles, and white containers containing dried food. Callum wore all white pants and an all white long sleeve shirt. Callum tried to sit up but pain shot from his back. He rolled over and crawled towards the all white door trying the handle but finding it was locked. Callum crawled towards the water to take a sip. There were 20 containers but Callum had no idea how long he was going to be in this room or if the food was safe to eat. There was no other way to find out. As hours passed and he became more hungry he needed to eat something. He opened the container to see the dried food and took a bite. After finishing the first piece he went to grab another but began convulsing. Callum quickly crawled towards the toilet where he began vomiting for around 10 minutes. Callum crawled to the mattress and rolled onto his back. The lights seemed to never stop blinding him. Callum was still too tired and weak to do anything but to put the pillow over his face and fall asleep.

Callum woke up and had no understanding of what time it was or how long he was sleeping. He tried moving but felt his mattress to be soaking wet. When Callum looked, all over his bed was full of blood. The stitches that had been holding Callums knife wounds closed had opened and began making Callum bleed. Callum had no idea what to do but wait.

Days passed and Callum began to snap. He couldn't take hearing his own thoughts and not being able to eat food. His hunger grew greater and the bleeding became more frequent. Because of how weak and tired Callum was and how much pain he was in, he began sleeping more and more until he was up only 6 hours a day. Those 6 hours were torture to him. Callum couldn't take it and was ready to make sure he never woke up. Callum wanted to stop thinking and because of this he began slamming his head against the wall until he broke his head open. After smashing his head, he slowly and painfully crawled his way to the door but was only able to tap the door with his all bloody fingertips. The tapping was so light that it was unable to be heard above Callums thinking. Callum waited but nothing happened. As Callum lost hope he bowed his head and layed face first in his own pull of blood once more. A few moments later the door opened but Callum was already out cold. A soft woman's hand laid on Callum's head as she rapped his wounds. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you like you helped me."