When I wake up, the lights are off again. But just like yesterday, they turn back on seconds after I wake up. There is another granola bar by the door. I grab my half-eaten one and finished it, then opened the other.
I'm hungrier today, and I'm not sure if I have enough energy to do to much. As I eat my granola bar, I look around the room. For some reason, I expect something to change. Of course, nothing does.
I hear the small ding again, and look at the door. A plate of fruit is placed inside, along with a note and a small black box.
Once the door shuts, I slide the objects over to me. I bite into a plum while unfolding the paper.
Leo, I thought you might be hungrier today. I'm sorry there isn't much to do yet. How are the grapes?
I turn back to the plate of food. There are purple grapes along with blueberries, a mango, an orange, and the plum I just ate.
I picked up a grape, examining it. Something feels weird, I just can't remember what.
I bite into the grape cautiously, then spit it out onto the floor. I gag, trying to wipe the taste off my tongue.
"Ew, GROSS!" I shout, hoping that whoever wrote this note can hear me. I throw all of the grapes in the corner opposite to me, then, I remember something.
"I love them! Try them! The purple ones are the best." I shook my head, "I've had them before. Like, when I was really young. They're gross!" I continued looking at my shoes, but she placed a grape in my hand. "Try it. For me. I mean, I read something online that said our tastebuds change over time. Yours might have." I look at the grape, holding it in front of me. "Fine. I guess that kind of makes since." I bit into the grape, but before I could chew, I spit it out. "I think I'm going to throw up," I grabbed a bottle of water and drank a bunch of it. The girl beside me laughed, but I didn't look at her. "It's just a grape, Leo!"
I choke on a blueberry, trying to remember more. "Who? Who was that?" I look back at the grapes. I stand, shaking a bit. Where was I? Who was I with? What were we doing? Why couldn't I see her?
I shook my head. "I just want to know," I muttered.
YOU ARE READING
51 Days
General FictionTrapped in a room. Nothing here. No windows, no bed. There's a light bulb. Too high to reach though, and no point anyway. And there's a door. A metal door. no handle. It opens once a day. I can't see what's out there, but every time it opens somethi...