The Life Of Zach

Chapter 1

The ceiling seemed to illuminate dimly, like Light bulbs struggling to stay awake.
46.
46 panels on the ceiling. That's the fifth time Zach counted them, which made no difference if he counted them again. Because nothing would change. He would still be in the room, and there would still be 46 panels.
He sat in the middle of the room on a chair hanging from the ceiling. His eyes met with every speck of dust that crossed his vision from infront of the all white back ground.
"What's the difference between life and death" The nurse said quietly from a few feet away. "I need an answer so we can put in your test results"
Zach stared a little longer, knowing the nurse was thinking he was stupid for saying nothing for the entirety of the verbal test.
"The difference between life and death, please answer."
Zach's mouth opened slightly to let a quiet sigh escape from the burning in his chest. No words. Never words only sighs; he wouldn't change that for the nurse.
A bell dinged, slightly startling the two. "Times up. You could have said something, you know. Stop being such a stubborn little boy. You're better than that."
She walked to the other side of the room, lab coat swaying, high heels tapping. Sounds and sights that all intertwined with movements of his life in a small box of a room.
The wall opened where the nurse walked to. Gaurds stood on either side of the hall, holding their taser staffs to make sure Zach didn't try to escape again.
"One more time, Zach. One more time and you're put under the table" the nurse seemed so eager when those words floated out of her mouth like bubbles of happiness. That was at least a week ago. But Zach couldn't tell since his room had no windows. It was just white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor. A plain room with one chair hanging from the ceiling. Zach's eyes shuttered slightly, trying to grab a hold of sleep. The nurse was gone. A burden he didn't have to worry about for at least another hour.

"Kiddo wake up."
Zach's eyes shot open instantly, staring up at a doctor hunched over him. "Doctor Simone, hey."
"Well good morning Mr. Grump. How'd your test go. I heard you didn't give the nurse a single word." The doctor smiled patiently as he formed a chair from the ground
"Yeah. I don't like tests" Zach sat up and rubbed his eyes. Simone was the only person he tolerated; the closest thing to a father figure he could have.
"Well, I've got something foe you, kid." Simone pulled out a small sketchbook and pencils. "Go nuts."
Zach took the book from him and held it tightly in his hands. Quietly replying "thanks" before setting it next to him.
Simone was already at the door letting in the nurse to give Zach his pills. "I'll catch you later, kid." He walked out in long strides, making it down the long hallway in a few steps.
The door began to close, now's his chance. He pushed the nurse to the side, dodging the swings from the swords, and abruptly hitting his face on the door. He was too slow.
"That's it! You fucking no good brat, it's the table for you" the staff put little things in there noses that looked clear. The room started to fill with a very light pink mist. His eyes fluttered, falling to the ground and watching as the staff surround his limp body gathered to pick him up. This is it he said to himself before blacking out. It's over.