Room 93 (FIRST DRAFT)

Day 15

The chill of the morning awakens me. Everyone is already awake and squished together in a sort of penguin huddle. Their backs are hunched and their voices are hushed. I sit up wearily and stare at them. Eric's light green T-shirt has turned a nasty shade of grey. His jeans have ripped and faded till they are practically light blue denim shorts. Samantha who is next to him has her dress torn so it is two or three inches shorter as it now dangles just above her knees. Her ragged hair and grey skin make her look like a China doll from a horror movie. Astra look extremely similar except sheet white with mud or blood caked onto her face. Laya and Maggie have identical short hair that look as though it has been hacked at. Maggie has cut her dress so high that it is really a top and the bottom half has been messily fashioned into a pair of ragged shorts. Laya has sewn the off cuts of Maggie's dress together and fashioned them into a scruffy scarf that hangs limp around her throat.

'Hey.' I murmur croakily. Samantha spins round and grins her odd smile. I smile back with less enthusiasm.
'What's wrong?' Eric creases his brow as he notices my frown.
'Everything,' I sigh. I don't want to tell all of the others about my dreams or memories yet. I don't know what they'll say but I need to confide in someone, anyone. 'Eric, can I talk to you? Alone.' I ask nervously. I don't want everyone to think I am a git for leaving them out but I don't want them thinking I am a wuss for believing the dreams are real.
'Sure!' Eric says cheerfully. He jumps up a little too eagerly and follows me to a concealed corner, 'What do you want to talk about?'
'What was everyone whispering before I woke up?' He looks at me, taken aback by my question.
'Is that what you asked me over here to talk about? He shifts from foot to foot,
'No, but I want to know.' I tell him, keeping my expression hard.
'Oh, um. They were talking about you.' He sounds put out as he tells me,
'Really!' I sound too surprised, 'What were they saying about me?' I ask worried that he'll say something horrible,
'They were talking about whether they should tell you something.' He look down at his dirty thumb. 'I don't know what because they weren't sure whether to tell me either.' He adds quickly upon recognising my anger at his words.
'Well they should learn to trust me.' I tell him,
'Yeah they should. Anyway what is it you wanted to tell me?'
'Oh, right, that. Well I have been having dreams. They aren't really dreams. They are really vivid and I can feel the pain in them afterwards. I have had two now and I think they're memories.' I launch into my tale of the dreams and describe every aspect. He nods as I speak as sits silently. Once I have finished he just stares at the wall, processing the information,
'So you're sure they're memories?' He asks after nearly two minutes of silence,
'I can't be a hundred percent sure but, yeah I think so.' I rub my head with my sticky hands.
'Well.' He sighs and itches his face.

Fleas have some how managed to sneak into the room and I have been fining them all over me. My whole skin itches constantly so I end up with red and swollen skin. Small lumps and bumps have begun forming in the surface of the skin from the bites they have inflicted upon me. I can see the bumps peeping out of his trouser leg and sticking to his face and arms like parasites. Seeing him itch makes my body crawl with desire. My nerves tingle as another bite spreads across my body. With all the lice around I am beginning to wonder what will kill me first: the bugs that carry disease or the room.

A echoing thud booms beneath me as the glass vibrates. A small grey strip of concrete pushes out of the wall and begins slowly moving along, centimetre by centimetre.
'What's going on?!' I shout at the others. They have all stood up and are staring in fright at the room below us, Room 93.
'They're moving! The walls!' Astra shouts over the booming and vibrations of the moving walls.

The walls are closing in on Darren. He hasn't overcome his claustrophobia yet. He is going to die. Even after knowing what needs to be done we haven't managed to save him. I was sure that no one else would die but it hasn't worked, he will die anyway.