The Red Room

Before my life began

I've known only one room my entire life. The Red Room. I've never met my parents (or any of my family at that). I only know one person. Jonathan. He lived in the room below me and always snuck up to see me. He was released about two months ago. Before he left,

he promised me that he would come get me when I got out. After all, Who else did I have?

Life in the red room hardly ever changed. Red, being the worst problems, I was watched 24/7, meals were brought to me, six pills three times a day. But the worst thing had to be boredom. As you could imagine, sitting in a room with red walls, no windows, a bed, and a toilet with a small sink was very boring. Eventually the problems subsided and I was moved to the blue room. It was Jonathan's old room. It still smelled like his old shirts. I was only twelve. By the time I was fourteen, I had been in the blue room for what seemed like a lifetime and was in the process of moving to the white room. With that, I gained more freedom. I was able to to talk to Jonathan on the phone, go outside and listen to the birds, eat with other kids like me.

Here's the start of my life, beginning on my fifteenth birthday. The day I was released.