Remember

[10] After

Over and over and over again.

First she was complaining about the darkness, about her building dam of questions with no answers, and the infuriating darkness that left her alone.

Now? Now, she was complaining about the noises.

It seemed weird to Brooklyn. That one minute, all that you're hearing is muffled sounds and sometimes nothing at all, and you can't hear anything but your thoughts. The next minute, you're about to go deaf. The sounds swarmed her without warning, making her hands shoot up to cover her ears in an attempt to soften the sound. But the sounds seemed to leak through her fingertips, and she could fully hear the noises going on around her.

They were blasting at full volume, hitting her ears at a force so strong, that it knocked her a few steps back and made her pulse rate quicken in surprise and extreme shock.

The sounds. They had been disrupting her for who knows how long, she still had no concept of time, and she didn't know how to stop it. She couldn't tell where they were coming from, and she didn't know why they were here. She couldn't distinctly tell what type of noises they were. It was a variety.

Sometimes, it sounded like a combination of someone, or multiple people, screaming and yelling. Other times, it sounded as if things were being thrown as if they were being broken. And at one moment, she thought she heard crying. She didn't know who was crying, why they were crying, or if the noise was even the sound of crying in the first place. All she knew was that someone, somewhere, was crying.

But one sound remained throughout them all. It was beeping. The same consistent beeping, that was loud enough to knock out someone's ear drums, and was repetitive enough to make someone go crazy.

Which she was.

She couldn't take it anymore, the sounds, the darkness, the constant feeling of loneliness, and the feeling of nothing.

Brooklyn was lost. Not physically, well yes, I guess you could say that she was lost physically, but mentally too. She could feel her mind buzzing, itching with something inside of her. A desire that made her feel like she was slowly going mad. And perhaps she was.

Like a ticking time bomb, she felt anxious. Nervous, even, but she didn't know why she was feeling those things.

And then there was light.

The billboard TV had brightened up again, making her able to see her own hands and her own two feet.

But wait. No.

It wasn't the TV again, playing the same thing over and over again, making her add it to the long list of things that she was starting to hate deeply. No. This was a something different. Something else.

A single spotlight shown on her, and only her. She could only see where she was standing, and only about 1 meter in front of her.

The noises that were bugging her so much had then abruptly stopped. And she furrowed her eyebrows together, slowly taking her hands away from her ears before she rested them at her sides once again.

What is going on? she thought to herself. Nothing like this had ever happened before.

In the distance, she could faintly hear the ticking of a clock. Like the time bomb that she had thought about earlier. But no, she knew that this was a clock and not a bomb. She wasn't sure how she knew, but she just did.

She pivoted slightly in her spot, still not seeing anything but darkness. And after she had made a full 360 spin in her place, she stopped at where she was previously looking.

But now, there was a door.

She jumped slightly, her eyes widening a little when she saw the dark chestnut brown oak door standing casually 2 inches from her face.

She took a step back, looking the door up and down, before her eyes landed on the handle that was there. Attached to door.

Well, duh, of course their would be a door handle attached to the door. It was a door, after all.

But still. This looked like it was Freedom. Her freedom. Standing only inches away from her, was her ticket to freedom.

The only problem?

What was the catch?

Surely, their couldn't possibly be a random door just appearing out of nowhere. And if she went through it, what was going to happen to her?

Worst case scenario, this ends up being like 'Alice in Wonderland', she thought to herself.

'Alice in wonderland'? Brooklyn repeated the thought to herself once more.

What was that again?

She felt like it held some sort of significant meaning to her, but she just couldn't place it.

With or without a catch, Brooklyn pushed all of her doubts aside, and she tightened her grip on the door handle and twisted it, pulling it open quickly.

She was flabbergasted beyond belief with what she was then confronted with.

It was a hallway.

She hadn't seen anything but black in so long, that seeing a hallway was the last thing that she expected to see there. But, curiosity got the best of her. She found herself hoping. Hoping that, wherever this hallway ended, that it would lead her to her exit.

To her freedom.

Back to light.

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