>A/N: I was feeling the ups and downs the other day, and that led me to feeling dark-ish. And that led me to writing this :3 I haven’t written anything in SO LONG, so the flow is a bit sporadic, not to mention jumpy. But I guess I needed an outlet. Heh, I felt so much better after writing this XD
Title:White and Black
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 868 words
Status: Incomplete; not too sure if I’m ever going to complete it though. My muse ran away. :C
He opened his eyes.
And saw white.
He sat up, groggy, confused and lost, blinking his senses back. For a moment, he thought he lost the ability to see colours. Everywhere he looked was white– blindingly, stark pure white. From the low ceilings to the cold, tiled floor to his own clothes– everything was white. It was a shock to his brain when he saw his own skin colour against the white hue. He felt exposed to the place, feeling like he was standing naked in a middle of a field.
He opened his mouth to yell, but no voice came. His eyes grew large, as he clasped his hands over his mouth. His voice…! Gone! His eyes searched the cramped room for any clues.. any help… anything that can explain this to him. As his eyes looked around, he felt as if the walls were closing in on him, squeezing the very life out of him. He felt claustrophobic, cramped and confined. In the room was a mattress, and two doors. Both were white.
Out, his mind screamed to him, fierce. You need to get out. NOW! He tried to get up, but there was no power his his knees. It felt as if all of his lower part of his body was made out of gelatin. His mind panicked at his inability to walk. Was he paralyzed waist down? Did he get caught in an accident? Where was he?! He wanted to scream, to shout, to yell for help!
He hit the floor in frustration.
A resounding thud bounced off the walls.
He continued to hit it, hoping, praying, wanting, needing, someone to hear him and let him escape from this white solitary world. He slapped his palms onto the cold floor until his palms shone red, he thumped it until his fist ached, he rapped it until his knuckled bleed.
The red blood was a stark contrast with the white.
He stopped and watched the blood as it trickled down his knuckles and dripped silently onto the floor. He touched it, letting blood smear over his right hand, then running his hands over the floor, letting it spread. He needed to put an end to this infinite whiteness.
A sharp sound was heard from outside the door– footsteps, staccato against the floor. And it was getting louder. Another person! His body snapped up and his view panned in onto the door on his left, hoping that the person behind it would swing open the door and put an end to this madness. His heartbeat accelerated, increased, thump… thump… thump, thump, thump, thumpthumpthump, as the footsteps got louder and louder.
He steadied himself with one hand, and he leant his body forwards, towards the door, as if he was going to bolt from the room as soon as it opened.
The footsteps went tap… tap… tap… tap, tap, tap, taptaptaptaptap–
Silence.
The sharp taps stopped just as abruptly as it had started. His heart lurched. His hopes crushed. His body weak. The person was gone…? Was he going to be stuck here forever, with his voice permanently gone, and his legs paralyzed? He cannot! He cannot stay here! He needed to–
The door swung open.
His eyes opened wide and he released that breath he was unconsciously holding. At the entrance, stood a small woman, her grey eyes were hidden behind a pair of white rimmed glasses. She was wearing a white trench coat. Even her face was white– pale like ivory, as if she had never seen the sun for her entire lifetime. But what attracted him most was her hair. It was as black as night, flowing over her petite shoulders, like a waterfall. Amongst all the bright white hue, and just like his blood, she was glowing.
He sat there, transfixed, over her appearance. His eyes scanning her whole being, and stopping to stare at her hair. He couldn’t say that she was particularly gorgeous, but her essence itself was alluring. Her grey eyes shone for a moment as she laid her eyes on him.
She stepped into the tiny room, her white high heels making that tap tap tap-ing sound as it kissed the floor. She stopped right in front of him and kneeled down. She held her hand up and stroked his face with her ice cold fingers. “You’re beautiful.” He shivered as her voice purred into his ear, “Perfect.”
She ran her index finger down his jawline and over his neck. His eyes were wide, this time with incomprehension. “Confused?” she asked, her lidded eyes fixed onto his. “Don’t worry, it will all be over soon…”
Underneath that coat, she produced a small vial, filled with colourless liquid. Her smile looks more or a sneer than anything else, and yet he was still transfixed over her being and could not pull his eyes away. She ran her fingers from his upper arms all the way down to his hand. She clasped his hand, shooting a sudden chill through his nerves, and gently placed the vial into his hands.
“Drink it,” she murmured, and without knowing why, he did.
The white world turned pitch black after that.
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A/N: That’s it for now, or at least until I feel like torturing this character again. XD Muse, come back to meeee!
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