The White Room

Part 1

Flinging his shirt over his head and onto the floor, flopping backwards onto the bed, too hot and tired to think about being clean and tidy, closing his eyes he fell into a comfortable slumber. Same as any other regular summer night.

'Hello,' he called out, the room he was in was pure blinding white. He had the sense that there was someone else with him, someone close by that he knew instinctively he had to find. Turning his head side to side from his seated position, he looked around for any signs of life. There was not a visible horizon wherever he was. The blinding white of the floor he was sat on merged seamlessly with the walls, or the sky, he couldn't be sure. At the very moment he wondered if he was inside or not, he felt like he was somewhere in between, he recognised he was trapped in this place until he found who he was looking for, but the problem was, he didn't know who he was looking for in this strange place.

'Hello.' He yelled into the silence around him. He could hear his own voice echoing around the room, wherever he was stuck, was large, and he realised he must be inside for his voice to echo in this way.

Tentatively he found his feet. His fingertips grazed the floor, but he didn't notice the peculiar texture of the floor. As he paced, his feet sprang slightly with each step. He was beginning to worry he would never find who he needed too to escape.

'Are you here?' He asked, fearful of the answer. 'Hello?' Again, his voice bounced around back at him. Inside his chest he so desperately wanted not only to find this person but meet them, they were desperately important to him.

'Where are you?' His sing song voice rang out fruitlessly. His best bet was to move, so he ran, not consciously choosing the direction in which he was running but knowing instinctively it was the right way to go. 'Hello? Where are you?'

'Hello?' A small voice asked back stopping him in his tracks. He tried to place the voice, it was definitely female, but he had never heard that voice before. Yet he knew she was the person he needed to find.

'I'm here.' He shouted towards the sky.

'I can't see you.' The voice replied sounding unhappy, catching Taemin off guard with just how sad they sounded.

'I can't see you too, but I will find you.' He said, desperately trying to reassure the sad voice, which was sounding increasingly more charming to him each time they spoke.

'I'm lost.' She spoke again, this time though she sounded closer, much closer than before. Whipping his head around wildly he tried to place the owner's location.

'You sound closer to me now.' He told her, 'Keep talking to me, I will find you.' He told her waiting for her to speak before he chose which direction to move in.

'Should I stop moving?' she asked in the same low voice.

'Yes, I will find you.' He repeated his feet moving in the direction of her voice. He had to keep her speaking if he was going to find her.

'What is your name?' he asked the first thing that came to his mind as he moved quickly, pausing to make sure he was in the right direction.

'Jennifer,' she said in a sigh as if the sound of her own name made her sad.

'Jennifer, I'm Taemin.' He told her moving towards her.

'I don't know you.' She told him, a slight note of anxiety in her voice.

'It's ok, I don't know you too, but I need to find you.' He told her without hesitation.

'I need to find you too.' She told him. She was becoming louder, as if she were on the other side of a door, but still all Taemin could see for miles was an expanse of blinding white.