The White Room

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As I felt my body awakening, I opened my eyes slowly, blinking away the phosphenes. I looked around my surroundings and felt instant panic. There were no doors or windows; just pure white walls. I leaped up from off the ground and glanced down to the floor; there was blood. My hands were bloody, my clothes were bloody, and everything else was bloody. I knew it wasn't mine because I was in no way harmed. Suddenly my head was filled with horrific screams; ones that were not my own. I couldn't shut it off, they just kept screaming. The pain became so intolerable that I, too, began to scream. I collapsed onto the hard, white floor. The cries continued until it was all too much to handle and I passed out.

 "Wake up." A light female voice whispered to me as I woke up once again. I mumbled in confusion. "You're okay, kind of." I then realized that I was now sitting in a stone cold chair behind a black desk. In front of me stood a natural red head, petite woman. The room was different as well. It had a black door now, along with a mirror that stretched across the wall to my left. 

 "Where am I?" I asked as I rubbed my eyes. 

 "I can't tell you that, yet." She answered.

 "How did I get here?" I clearly had no recollection of the previous events that led to my presence here. 

"That, you will have to remember on your own." She was being unbelievably unhelpful to me. 

 "Well can you at least tell me who you are?" I asked, becoming more annoyed.

 "I am Dr. Walsh and I am here to help you." She answered.

"Yeah, bang up job you're doing there, doc." 

 "I know that this is hard-" I cut her off.

"Hard? That doesn't even begin to describe how this feels!" I was shouting at this point, filled with fury. 

 "Yes, I understand, but you-" 

 "What? What should I do? I don't even know where I am or who I am anymore!" I couldn't stop yelling. The voices were coming back, creating more anger inside of me. I had then lost all feeling in my body and fell out of my chair. 

 "You hear the voices, don't you?" She asked, kneeling by my side. I could do nothing but scream; I wanted to drown out the voices in my head. 

 "Make them stop!" I hollered at the top of my lungs. I squinted my eyes and saw Dr. Walsh extend her left arm towards me. I felt the lightest touch on my forehead as I slipped into a comatose state.  

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