Creepypasta Collection

Chapter 4: Memory (Pt.2)

Feet resting on the cold floor of my apartment, I stare emptily at the wood floor; listening for anyone else in the house. The low blank hum of the fan that sits in the corner of my room is the only sound that I can hear.  

The light just piercing the half drawn blinds of my window rapidly fills up the room with an almost unnatural light.  Lips dry and chapped, I reach for the glass of water that's resting on my nightstand. The warm liquid, although smooth, runs down my throat slowly and leaves a stale sour taste lingering in my mouth. The cigarette is burning out sluggishly, filling the room with an unpleasant must. 

11:00 already. I feel like I just woke up. Still sitting in the same spot, and the cigarette has been accompanied by another. Burning, and just lit. My heart is racing, but I can't bring myself to move my head. Fearing that there is someone there. My eyes dart to the doorway, as I saw something dart across it. My heart feels like it's going to explode, as my breaths grow increasingly more shallow. A cold sweat washes over my body, goosebumps raisin as a result.

"H-He-Hello?" I stutter out, fear fluttering my voice.

There's no response.

"Hello? Is anybody there?" I ask, with sternness in my voice, becoming slightly angered. Although I'm not sure where my aggression is being directed. 

Darkness flushes everything out immediately. The only light i see is the electric glow of the numbers on my alarm clock that reads 12:37, as it floats by and in front of my face. I'm falling. Although I'm not sure in which direction, pain slowly rippling over my flesh. Pins and needles poking every pore of my body. Light sheds out of my flesh, coming out of where the needles are entering. I scream my lungs out, light bursting out of my mouth as I do. 

The light overwhelms the dark, and devours me whole. Panic racing through my blood, I awaken in a room. My eyes are blurred, and dry. Like usual. I blink, tearing up as I do. I open my eyes to see white; walls, ceiling, floor, door. No window in sight. It's purely silent, except for the shallow breaths of mine. 

I get up, having some difficulty as I do so; knees nearly buckling under my weight. My wight jumpsuit is the exact same shade as the room. There's a bench to the left of me, hanging by chains on the wall. I get up to sit on it. Just as I sat down, a flap at the bottom of the door opened, and a tray of food fell onto the floor, spilling what appeared to be peas. I wasn't hungry so I didn't bother. 

The fluorescent light on  the ceiling began flickering, and my eyelid started twitching with it. The huge metal door slowly swung open, and two men wearing white coats, and grey slacks walked in, holding clipboards. 

"Hey, how are you doing?" One said in an almost childish voice. His breath reeked of tuna, and he had bread lining his gums.

"I'm not sure. A little scared I guess. i'm not sure what's going on." I reply.

They both kind of chuckle. Giving each other a smiling glance. 

"I'm sorry to hear that," The man with the rancid breath says "these will make you feel better."

He hands me a paper shot cup, and a small class of water. Inside the paper cup were two small white pills. I looked up at the men, and they nodded their heads at me. I popped the pills in my mouth, and drank the water they'd given me. 

They both smiled, and one said "Good job." and they turned away. Walking to the door, they whispered into each others ears, looked back at me, and exited my room. The door creaked shut, with a thundering boom. 

My eyelids became heavy, and I started getting dizzy. i noticed a white pillow in the far corner; so I crawled over to it and rested my head on it. I curled into a ball and the lights went out...

The buzz of the television is slowly driving me mad. Staring intently into my coffee mug, the stale taste still lingering in my mouth. The lady next to me taps my shoulder to get my attention. I ignore her, although she repeats "sir" over and over. I act like she's not there.....