Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-31073921-20170201142604

I don’t know where I am, but I know this is a test, it has to be. My name is not important, or any features; The only thing important is that this is a test that I am in, and I have to pass it, there is no escape. I’ve tried. My sanity is the only thing I can keep in this room, so I must grasp upon it. I know that I must keep my silence, my humble way, not doing so would end in extermination. I’ve learned. I’ve seen the other subjects and their gruesome fate. I’ve adapted. I will be let go soon, I can feel it. I know it. I heard a bump, and saw through the pane that they threw another subject in the room next to me, #54. I heard a click, and buzz. The test had started for him. After ten minutes he awoke. He paced around groggily, realising he was no longer walking down the street to his house. He screamed something like, “Where am I?”. I knew he was a goner.





The walls were made out of speakers, and immediately picked up his sound, repeating it at two times the volume. Every sensor heard that and continue to spit it out, starting a chain reaction. The sound increased, and the man clutched his ears and screamed, making it worse. I saw his eardrums burst, and red, sticky blood spray out. The sound increased to an octave I never wish to know, and I knew It was only a matter of time before his skull was crushed and he was incinerated. I looked down at the floor, and my hands with their 5s stitched into them. I’ve been here for 6 days, and it’s only nineteen minutes and thirteen seconds more before I’m let go, twenty minutes before my 7th day. I sighed, and the noise bounced off the walls. I realised my mistake the instant I did it, and my eles bulged. The noise was faint at first, but it started to grow. I curled up in a fetal position in the corner, and wondered if I would survive the eighteen minutes and twenty seconds left, or if the sound will take me. I wonder that, as the sound grows louder and I shrink farther into the corner.  