The Room

Chapter Four

A dream. That's what it felt like. Like I was in a dream. A painful one nonetheless.. Imagine a knife in both your sides, with a sharp needle in your stomach. I feel like dying..

I soon awoke from this dream. Scars on my sides, cuts all up and down my back. I need help. Will someone help me? Will someone fix the hurt? Am I alone?

I stand up and look around the room. No windows. No doors. How do I get out? I walk to a wall and feel. Cold and slimy. It's dark in here. I try for a handle. Still nothing..

There then comes a sound from the other side of the room. I slide down the wall and curl up into a ball, I cry.