Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27859657-20170906222024

“I thought I saw something for a moment there… guess it’s just one of those things that creep to the corner of your eye or something,” I muttered to myself. I took a final look at my new room, it looks quite similar to my own room just more space and less supply, I guess I would say. That mattress, however, looks somewhat uncomfortable though, and I mean it is just a mattress, I know before I said it was a metal bed or something, but that’s only because I was assuming. Seeing it now it’s really just a mattress, no sheets, cover or even a pillow, not even a spring box for support just. A fucking mattress. It’s not that big of a deal though, I mean, I could sleep on the floor if I wanted, not that I ever would.

I stood in my room to acknowledge how well I am feeling, and I do not mean in terms of emotions, but in terms of health, except when you think about it health does involve emotional wellness. I examine my desk and stool. I am not very happy about having a stool to sit on; sitting on stools makes my butt go numb. Now as for my desk, I actually like it. A black desk with small compartments on the side for storage, and a gap on the bottom to fit my legs in or in other cases more storage; my old desk had the same feature but it wasn't as fitting for my legs so as you could guess I used it for storage.

I flopped myself onto the mattress “ugh, fuck.” I yelped… how did I forget that this thing didn’t have a spring box? although I guess it didn’t hurt that much, it was just kind sudden… my back kind of hurts though… as I internally scream while this pain to fade I stare at the ceiling, contemplating what will happen during my stay here. I wonder and yet I  can’t come up with any possible scenarios… the scenario usually involves some kind of conflict…  but I guess since I don’t know much about this place, nothings really coming up. As I lie in wait, I soon doze off and soon fall asleep.

I’m sinking… in a deep darkness… there are voices

“Looks like a new friend”

“Uhmmm”

“You don’t like him?”

“…hmmm… I don’t….”

“Hmmm…”

“…know”

There’s a light… I suddenly find myself in a room it's bright, but not too bright to see

There’s a doorway, but no door… I step forward peeking out the doorway… the area is dimly lighted some lights are flickering…

Near the hallway, entrance there is a boy… his hair black and his eyes, yellow or maybe orange I can’t tell

His shirt was white and it reached almost to his ankles “is that shirt’s all he’s wearing” I whispered to myself… he was clinging tightly to maroon colored ball…

I took a step out of the room… my footsteps echoed through the halls. The boy slowly turned his head towards me

A glare exchanged for a glare… the boy then walked through a pair of double doors his footsteps echoed as well when walking…

I followed him but I was in no rush… so just as the boy walked calmly, I too decided to take a stroll to explore my surroundings…

I  entered the double doors the hallway was dark, my only source of light was the moon light shining through the windows… as I wondered the halls there was a dripping noise accompanied by the pitter-patter of more footsteps… I assumed that the boy was nearby…

As I walked along the hallway, I came across a strange room its double doors, locked up with chains complemented with a pad lock… I couldn’t see anything passed its windows, as it was pitch black… taking the time to see how dark it was… I decided to check it out later after I got a better out look of the place I reached another pair of double doors… and by those doors, the boy sat down hugging his ball…

I slowly approached him as he slowly looked up at me. I stood only a few inches away as we looked at each other again. He stood up touching the door with his hand, open and bare. I glanced at the door and then back at him…

The thought that came to me was “it’s a door.” The boy suddenly stood on his feet tapping the door…over…and over. I slowly pressed my fingers up against the door, the first thing I noticed was that I couldn’t feel what I was touching, which hinted at me that this was a dream, but I didn’t give it any more thought than that. The door wasn’t budging that easily so I pushed it with more force, bear handed… the door opened little by little squeaking louder and louder as the door opened wider.

The boy walked through the door and waited for me on the other side… I walked through the double doors, slightly cautious to what would come next after passing through; the door silently shut behind me, there was a click when the door closed… it grabbed my attention to try to open it to see if it had locked or something. Only to realize that the door didn’t have a knob or handle to grab on to one the other side.

What I should have wondered was “why the doors locked” but instead I was more concerned with why a door needed a locking mechanism when it wasn’t possible to open it from the other side. I averted my attention back at the boy… he was paused in a position looking up at me about to tug on my clothing but he restrained himself…

The boy moved a side… like a peasant to their master or king… I was confused at first but walked forward. I came face to a wall with some kind of writing in symbols I couldn’t read it obviously. I think it was quoting something because there were symbols that looked similar to quotation marks. I assumed that each symbol was a letter and that each dot was the spacing of words…

“28 letters 6 words” I muttered… I was currently deep in thought, trying to decipher the quote… suddenly something pierced me from back to front, part of my rib cage becoming a brutal open fracture as blood filled my throat… parts of my rib cage maneuvered like bones with joints… I was too much in the moment to realize that it might not be my rib cage… as I turned my heard a voice had spoken

“separate the bones… from the flesh” …the child’s hands and arms busted through me like air pressure through a steam pipe his arms wrapped in a black cloth armored in bones and organs… his arms separated from my flesh as I fell to my knees… I was lost for words as my body twisted falling to the ground. My last vision of his giant boned fingers gripping what I could only assume was my rib cage entangled in chunks of my flesh…

Everything went dark… voices could be heard again…

“So…liking your new play thing?”

“….”

“Do you not like it?”

“…. I’m growing”

“That’s good… just remember … when making friends try your best but when it doesn’t work out…”

“Separate the bones…from the flesh.”

I woke up from that dream… it didn’t leave me shivering but it was a dream that was questionable. My first response was “I had a dream” many times when I sleep, I don’t have a dream… it’s just pitch black for a quick moment or something.

I sat up on my mattress looking towards my black desk… serval Items were placed on top of it. I walked to my desk the room echoed with every step of my shoes that I took a seat to examine my materials…

One journal, one sketchbook and one book of graph paper… three sharpened pencils labeled “NO.6”. A sharpie, a ruler and… a ballpoint pen… this isn’t what I requested… but it was still something so I didn’t complain… I guess their supplies are scarce or perhaps it’s just a shortage…

As I finished up examining my supplies there was a heavy knock at the door…  “Who is it” I uttered… there was no reply immediately I was irritated… I always hated when people did this…. “Hey… hello!” I uttered loudly… I looked up at the window… it was dark, the full moon shining through my window

“Who could it be at this hour… the faculty should be able to get in here with that number code?” I thought to myself. The knock came again… it was only then I realized…

That it might not be the faculty or staff knocking on my door.  