THE WHITE ROOM

The White Door

I wake up. Oh the horrors of last night still haunt my mind. I must leave. I have to leave.
The door swings open and I see the figure from yesterday, the one who was answering my questions. He can help me! HE CAN GET ME OUT! "Hello my friend." The man says. "Do you have any questions for me today?" I run to the table where he was sitting. I tell him of what happened, of the man murdered last night. He looks at me and in an enraged tone he asks "how did you see that?" I stare at him, not knowing how to answer. "HOW DO YOU SEE IT?! TELL ME!!" I an petrified. The only thing I can do is point at the door. "Is that so?" He picks me up by my neck and drags me out of the room. A part of me wants to leave with him, but another part of me wants to stay here. He pulls me out of the room and into the hallway. The blood stain is still there from last night. He drags me into a room and summons a couple of white men. They drag me to a shiny metal table and strap me down. I know something bad is going to happen, but all I can do is scream. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! The man looks at me, grabs a spike, and starts to walk towards me. Now I am really starting to freak out. I scream, kick, and fight the bonds. LET ME GO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? He looks at me and says " well you saw something you were not supposed to see. And now, I will take that away from you. He brings the spike to my left eye. I am crying and screaming. And all of a sudden, time seems to slow down. I hear a sweet little voice. I look over and I see a small little girl walking into the room. She looks at me and says "Daddy come home. Daddy I miss you." My daughter, Violet! I feel a sudden burst of passion and rage. I burst from the leather straps and start to run. I hear in the background "AFTER HIM!" But I dare not look behind me, not while my daughter needs me. I am running around every corner, through every corridor. Trying to escape. I want to quit, but I cannot stop. I find a little closet where I can slip out of sight. I charge into the closet, hoping they don't find me. I look around to find a tool that can get me out of here. Out of this nightmare. I look and I see a broken metal broom. I pick it up and I run out of the room. I spot one of the white men patrolling and searching the corridor. Before I can even think I run him through with the broken broom. As I pull the spike out, I can see the white man collapse to the ground, filled in a grisly pool of blood, with a gruesome hole through his stomach. But I don't care. I run. I run as fast as I can, trying to find an exit, some means of escape. I look to see a door with an exit sign right above it. But guarding it is that man that killed the bloodied man last night. He looks at me and charges at me with that same brutal whip. I drive the spike through his shoulder, but it breaks into him. He staggers back, trying to rip the spike out of his arm. I tackle him to the ground. I must get to my daughter! I must get to Violet! I WILL SEE VIOLET!!! I take his knife, the same one that he used on the man last night, and I drive it into his head repeatedly. I don't want him alive. I take the knife and run out of the door. When I get outside, I see a grassy field, beautiful skies, and the sun. But all that ends when I hear a click behind me. I turn around to see that man. The one asking me questions yesterday. "End of the line." He pulls his gun up. All I can think of is Violet. He aims the weapon right between my eyes. I want to see Violet one more time, but I know now its too late. He licks his lips and pulls the trigger. I hear a loud bang just before I fall back. Then everything goes dark. I hear my daughter's voice. "Daddy. Daddy. Wake up Daddy." I look up to see my ceiling, and on my bed is my sweet little girl. I bring her in for a tight hug. "I am so glad your okay." I say. "Come on Daddy, lets get some breakfast, I gotta go to school." "Go into the kitchen, I'll meet you there." She gets up and skips to the kitchen. But wait, that was ALL a dream? I push aside the idea and head into the kitchen. "How is your forehead Daddy?" "My forehead? What about it?" Your big mark, does it still hurt?" I rush to the closest mirror, and I see a mark, right between my eyes.