Escape

Music Room

The hell?

My head hurts. I can't move. The room is dark. The sound of dripping water surrounds the room. Its driving me mad. I have no idea where I was or where I am. I could be dead for all I know, but if this is death, then I'm surely in hell being tortured.

Suddenly I heard a banging. Loose steel against solid flesh. I tossed and turned in fear. The uncomfortable iron spring bed creaking as I panicked for no reason, yet all reasons. I managed to kick a sheet that was wrapped around me and sprang to my feet. Not knowing where to go, I spun and spun until I stopped and heard for the direction. The room was small and rectangular as I hit a wall with just two steps and ran along it within just 5 steps.I pressed myself against metal. The rusty cold steel supported me. The room now a dull blue. The light peering from a busted aluminum window high above the bed.

I sought solace against the steel wall for the banging stopped. The dripping continued though. I could even hear blood pump through my body. I slumped down, not leaving the steel. The bed began creaking a lot. As if someone was jumping on it...someone was!

The faint blue light settled around her. She was laughing. A tiny girl. She eyed me without eyes. Her smile, yellow and crooked. Her skin pale with blue veins visible even to the blind.

"In Hope. Lost in Hope," she sang endlessly. Her voice childlike. Laced behind her song was the sound of a playground filled with children making noises.

She stopped. Sitting on the edge. Her head slumped like she died. And her face turned 90° to land on me. Her voice was a blood curdling deep and she spoke fast.

"WhenareyougonnawakeupBenjamin?"

***

I woke up screaming. The room black. The steel, busted open. Men in white rushed to me and held me down.

"Jesus Christ, man! Calm down, Ben!" one said as he held my shoulders to the bed.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" if I knew how to count, I still wouldn't know how many times I was screaming that.

"The door took a while to break open," a voice came. I didn't see who it was. In fact that wasn't my focus. I was scared, yet I have no idea what I was afraid of.

Every thing went mellow. Every thing was a blurr. It all came after I was pricked by aomwthi g sharp in my neck. Now everything is soft. Sof.

I woke up being pushed in a wheel chair. It was wet. I could feel the chill in the air. Some reason it was dark.

The paint on the wall was stained with age, if you could see the paint. The walls were peeling at every inch and corner. Pools of water glistening from outside light. The rusty pipes must be giving in. The tiles themselves wore age proudly. Some breaking and some not even in it's place, but elsewhere, only the walls would know what happened to them. The wheelchair squeaked with rust as the front wheels wobble over the destroyed flooring, fighting not to snap under my weight.

This place was unfit for even vermin to call a home.
At each iron door I passed that was opened, I glanced over to see if they are it her unfortunate souls here as well. None. Nada. Not a soul other than mine and those who had disturbed me.

I heard music, well more like instruments being broken. The door seemed firm and wooden. The white paint on it even looked new. The light from under the door wasn't strong. It even looked orange like in color. And the door burst open, blinding me in a chilly autum aura.

"Alright, Ben, play nice. I'll be right out here in case you get scared," just his tone made those caring words feel sinister. I was pushed into the room from outside the halls. Abtable stopped me as it collided with my chest. I groaned in pain.

The room was a sky blue. Few were in here already. A large man with flowing greying hair sat at the piano, timidly pushing each key as if the wrong one would kill him. He clapped with joy each time a high note was hit, and shivered in fright when he'd hit a low one. Unlike me he wasn't strapped up. He wore a navy blue bath robe with a white t shirt under it and long, green, cloth pants with white house slippers. In fact everyone in the room was dressed like that. A woman with short, blonde hair stood in a corner biting a tambourine. A man with shaggy, black hair and beard to match, jumped up and down on a coffee table strumming a ukulele. A fat bald man sat furthest from the crowd, trying to put together a drum set.

"Hrrmmm....HERE!" and a bearded man sitting before me. I didn't notice him, which was beyond me. He wore a tall top hat and roundlens glasses. He had shoved a pair of....wet maraucas in front of me. I stared at them, question why are they wet. He sat, leaned over, wide eyed staring me down.

"Hrmmm... THAKE THEM! THEY'RE YOURS!" he said before running across the room and hiding in a closet, which I assumed as the dressing up closet. He was clearly still watching me for the louvers of the closet door instantly popped open, his fingers peeking out.

I ignored him and looked around. All the windows were glass, but the outside were sealed by wooden louvers, same design like the ones on the closet. Same color too. I wheeled myself to one to see the beautiful light coming from outside. It dimly filled then room. Then it hit me.

My hands are free!

I looked at my hands, no longer binded. I looked at myself and saw I was dressed like everyone. I got up and the woman grabbed me.

"Let's play!" she pulled me in the middle of the room and started hitting on her tambourine and stomping in a circle. I began laughing at her. Then laughing for No reason whatsoever. I was happy. I think. I picked up the wet maraucas and began shaking them. Yelling whatever came out of my mouth. The mauracss were cold, but I no longer cared. The man at the piano began bashing keys, the man with the drums started throwing them around and screaming. The whole room erupted. From the closet could be heard laughing and clapping. By now, not a thought could be heard- if anyone was sane enough to even have a thought.

"YOU'RE ALL CRAZY!!" I screamed at them over the noise, laughing madly. I stepped down, can't control my laughter. I braced myself on tables and walls.

"They're all crazy," I said loudly to myself. I scaled the walls and made it to a large window in the corner.

"You're getting crazy too," I told myself. "No, I'm just having fun!" I answered.

"You need help," this time I didn't say it, but it was my own voice.

"No you are!" I yelled at nothing and tossed both my slippers at the window.

"That makes no sense, Ben, you need help," the voice was still mine but sounded like it wasn't part of my mind.

"Shat up and drink the woter, soldier," I slurred as I undid the window.

"Hey, what's going on in here!"

I ignored the orderlies and shoved open the wooden part that blocked the beautiful light. The light washed over the room and everyone.

"Isn't the world a beautiful place?" I turned and said before I was grabbed and tossed over a table. Someone started restraining me, but my right hand hand other plans. I punched him.

"Peace and love," I said as he recovered from the hit. I saw his face.

"Dave?" I was punched.

I looked at his name tag. "What are you doing? David's not your name," I asked with a laugh.

"Shut the fuck up!" he spat before an assault of punches knocked me out.

My arms falling limp to wooden the ground was the last sound heard in the music room. Or was it the me getting punched? I'll have to ask someone if I don't die.