The door at the end of the hall.

Prologue

Can you remember the days when you did not have to worry about anything in life, the time when bills and taxes were a myth. When you could just play in the sun with your friends. When you would fall and hurt your knee, and your mommie would run to you just to see if everything was okay? Those days are the days that I miss the most. The days that school was nothing more then a day to learn, be bored in class, and speak to your friends. When the only thing you had to do that might stress you was not finishing your homework. Those days were the best. 

I can still remember that my mom would always kiss me on the cheek when I left for school. She would never miss one day, not even if I was sick, or if she was. I never understood why she did it, until I had kids myself. But that doesent matter now.

What does matter however is the fact that you mind will slowly begin to go crazy when you cant do the things you normally could anymore. For example, talking to people, going to school, walking outside in the sun. All of these matter to have a healthy life. When you cant do these things anymore, you simply go insane. You dont know what to do anymore, its like your drunk. You cant think clear. Your mind is tumbling. You go crazy, you go mad. You cant remember even the biggest things in your life. And thats exacly what happened to not only me, but every single person that got locked up in this room.