Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35373506-20171110073426

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Everything around me is black. Pitch dark black. I feel ropes twisted around my hands and legs. I feel them pushing into the wooden chair. I begin to sweat. Where am I? What am I doing here?

"Hello!" I scream. The words taste like chamomile tea. "Where am I!"

I was diagnosed with Synesthesia when I was 6. One time, at school, the teacher was teaching us about abacuses. Out of nowhere, I screamed out in pain. Pure hellish pain. I screamed and screamed. It only lasted a few seconds, because before anyone knew what was going on, I fell unconscious to the floor. I was rushed to hospital but I was declared unhurt when I got there. It turns out I had Synesthesia, and the words 'abacus' or 'abacuses' would give me a horrible stabbing pain in my side.

Everything remains silent and dark. Nothing moves, nothing speaks. Nothing happens. The only things are me, the ropes and the chair.

I decide to wobble the chair a bit. Perhaps it'll fall over, and somehow that could be beneficial to my escape. I wobble harder until eventually I tumble down. Amazingly, the ropes come undone. The floor is made out of stone, or something like that. Its got a rough texture to it. I stand up uninjured. I put my hands out and walk straight ahead, hoping to reach a wall that I can move across.

"Please be an exit, please be an exit." I say to myself desperately. The word exit feels soft on my skin.

I hit a wall. I turn left, put one hand on the wall and one in front of me, and walk. I walk for what feels like an eternity until finally I reach a door.

"Thank god!" I yell a little too loudly. I open the door and walk into a room, the complete opposite of the room I was stuck it. It was small and brightly lit. It takes a few moments to get my eyes to adjust to the light, and another few moments to realise that I had been locked in this room.

Once I can see, there is a table with an abacus on it. It was all different colours and made out of wood. I stare at it in horror. My mouth is locked in an everlasting silent scream. My body is frozen. I cannot move. I just stare and stare until my eyes begin to water. Stare and stare until they start to hurt. Stare and stare until someone bursts into the room wearing a horrifying horse mask. He pushes me to the ground.

"Pathetic." He spits at me. The word tastes like bay leaves. He grabs the abacus and slams it into my stomach. I wheeze, my breath cut short. He looks at me for a bit longer.

"How do you like your abacus Gabriel?" he says. The pain hits. I yelp but I try to retain most of my fear from showing. I grit my teeth. He spits on me again.

"What are you trying to do?" I ask. I can't see behind the mask but I can tell he is smiling. He knows I hate it.

I stand up, grab the abacus and slam it on Horse Mask's head. He moans and falls to the ground. I hit it with him over and over until he bleeds. Until his fingers are shattered. Until he can barely speak.

"That's my abacus." He says quietly before he falls unconscious. I collapse to the ground in agony, but it only lasts 10 seconds. I get back and open the door.

It's locked from the outside.

I freak out. I look around the room for any other escapes, but there is nothing. Just the table, the abacus and the almost dead man lying on the floor.

I curl up into a ball into the corner of the room and cry. I know, it's crazy. A 20 year old man crying. But I do. I cry and cry until I have no more tears. I cry until the ground is a puddle. I cry until the door opens again, and two more men come in. They look at the body, they look at me. They look angry.

"What the hell have you done!" One of them said.

The word 'hell' tastes like ash.

He lunges at me. The other one grabs the abacus and slams into me. I get beaten over and over, just like what I did to Horse Mask.

Eventually they stop.

They gather around me and stare at my wounded body. They look at each other. They look at me. One of them whispers into the others ear. He nods.

They start chanting the word abacus over and over again. I scream. I yell for help. But they won't stop. They won't. They can't. They didn't.

Over and over and over and over again.

The pain is unbearable. I cannot stand it. But I must not let myself fall asleep. I must not fall unconscious.

They laugh with each other and begin to leave. The pain wears off. They shouldn't be laughing, because they don't know something.

The pain isn't real pain. It doesn't affect my body, unless I pass out. That aside I am fine.

There is a loud snap followed by a groan as I slam the abacus into one of the men's neck. They die instantly. Just like that. The other one cracks. He begs for mercy. He tells me that he will show me the exit. That he means no harm at all. He was just doing want his boss told him to do.

Being a merciful person, I let him go. I let him show me the exit. He does exactly what he promised. He says sorry. He says it repeatedly. It's great. It tastes like an iced coffee. I leave without saying anything. I leave from a big metal warehouse in some industrial area. I manage to catch a bus and go home. Its 6:27AM when I get home. I live by myself. Nobody would've wondered where I went. And I want to keep it that way.

On the way home, I have a memory. I remember the time after the abacus incident when I was 6, after I was diagnosed with the disorder I currently have, my parents both took me out for a special treat. I could have whatever I wanted. I had a massive iced chocolate that made me sick, but I loved it.

The word 'mask' tastes just like it. 