The White Room

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Yo, it's Birch!

Enjoy! *Laughs maniaclly and walks backwards out the door, wringing hands*

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In Birch's eyes:

I opened my eyes to a blinding white light, which instantly made me close them again in a rush. My side hurt where the bullet-dart had peirced my skin, and my limbs were sore from the sedative. Slowly, I opened my eyes, blinking freely from the bits of light that rushed into my retinas, and lowered my face.

That was better. I was sitting upright in a chair, with a white table in front of me. What I suspected to be a double-sided window was imbedded in the concrete wall to my right. A large steel door was stuck in the wall to my left. Most likely locked. But still the optimist, I got up and tried the knob. Yup.

I paced around the table, not because of anxiety, because I wanted to look nervous. Whoever had captured me was probably waiting for the right moment to make me crack. I flipped the table over, and kicked the chair against the wall. That's when I felt a buzz in my pocket. My mobil!

I pulled the phone out of my pocket, hiding it from view, and typed to Lizzy.

Liz! I punched into the surface. Lizzy, are you there?

There was a bing as I sent it, and another as she replied.

Are you OK!?

Yeah. I'm in a concrete room.

Wow. I could hear her skeptisizm. What'd you think will happen?

I don't know.

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