Written With Newspaper

Written With Newspaper [2]

I woke up in a room. An unfamiliar room that I didn't remember sleeping in. Because of this, every single sound around me had become magnified and my suspicion levels went through the roof. It had an awfully weird colour scheme. All the walls were grey and the out-linings were red. The ceilings were incredibly high, higher than anything I had ever seen before in my entire life. I looked around - Wait! Woke up? Wasn't I dead?

I forced my head up, interrogating this mysterious room I was in. How did I get here? I pushed my head up, allowing it to hang dangerously close to the top of my back, but that still didn't reveal the seemingly ongoing grey walls. I could see a window however. It was a small, rectangular window that was placed near the top of the seemingly ongoing wall. What was the purpose of it being there if nobody was able to reach it?

The ceiling was a strong, blood red colour. I was certain that would give me nightmares. Blood red? Who paints a ceiling blood red? Where would one even get blood red ceiling paint from? This only added to my suspense factor, my heart pumping blood viciously around my body.

I gulped, a sense of fear tingling down my spine. This place was dangerous, I could feel it, well I thought I could feel it, yet I wasn't done investigating it. As my jaw was already hanging loosely off of it's joints due to being surprised as well as everything else, I breathed out of my mouth silently, fully aware that I was in a room that I hadn't willingly landed myself in.

I pulled the grey and red duvet off of me, revealing my grey tracksuit with red running stripes. Who had put me in this? What did it mean? Did it stand for something? Shaking nervously, I forced my foot onto the warmth of the furry grey carpet. I forced my nervous scream down with another forced gulp. Where was I? Why was I here?

Just about managing to push my right foot in front of my left, I cautiously studied the room curiously, more and more fear being injected into me with every step I had taken. Fear and curiosity weren't a good mix as soon, salty tears were falling off of my cheeks as I gasped for air.

There was a desk, a normal, oak-coloured desk that sat around a metre away from the bed. On it, were many, many newspapers, newsletters and many things news related laying obliviously on it. I furrowed my brows. What were they doing here? Who had put them there? Why were there so many? I allowed my shoulders to sag, there were too many unanswered questions swimming worriedly around my mind.

Next to it lay a pair of scissors, glue and two rolls of clear sticky-tape. I stared at the objects in front of me with a blank expression. I had no clue what to think of this. I didn't even read newspapers, how did they get there? What was I meant to do with them? I sighed at the fact that more questions were being added to the list.

The off-white coloured papers mocked me as they returned my stare with the same blank expression I had given them. I gasped for air, not even realising that I had been holding my breath.

To my right was a door, predictably, a grey door with red out-linings. For the lengthy height of the walls, it surprised me the door wasn't nearly as heigh. If anything, it was just an average door with an average door handle.

Tentatively, I walked to the door slowly, trying to calm the mind that was now playing tricks on me. Every single sound I thought I had heard caused me to jump, but the frustrating thing was I was the one making all of the little noises and I was sure of it. I slowly rested one finger at a time around the door handle before adding force and pushing the door open.

I gasped. The walls in this room were somehow higher than in the other room. How was that even possible? Did it mean wherever I was was crooked? What on earth was this place?

This room with the even higher ceiling also contained a bath tub and a shower that hung over the bath through a shower holder. Right next to it, no space for the objects to breathe, was a sink in the shape of an oval. On the sink, one single red toothbrush with grey bristle's laid on top of it. I scanned the mysterious room with only my eyes, furrowing my brows. I was way past the point of being scared, I was just confused.