| Written: In History class this year, 2003 Status: Incomplete He walked down the street, holding his breath, and catching glimpses of the houses he passed by. The young man, clothes beaten up, looking rather filthy, fell to the ground. He coughed several times, and then sickly enough, he coughed up blood. It fell on the ground, splattering, and spattering back onto his face. After a few minutes, he had passed out. As he opened his eyes, the bright white-painted walls filled them, then he close his eyes once again. After a few minutes, he opened them once again, but only this time, the walls were filthy, disgusting, and looked as if they were rotting. In horror, he closed his eyes, then reopened them. He was in the white room once again. He pulled himself from the floor, and stood up. As he looked around, he noticed there was no door. He ran to the walls, pushing on them, hoping that it would let him to the outside world. He tried every wall, but to his horror, he was stuck, and alone. Finally, by curiosity he presumed, he looked up at the ceiling. A hole! There was a hole in the ceiling. He was amazed, then became frustrated. How the hell am I going to get out of here? He thought, and looked around. Then, he decided, he would try and jump for it. He jumped, and he in no way came close to the hole. In fact, it looked as if when he had jumped, that the ceiling itself had raised. He jumped several more times, but still had no luck. He collapsed on the floor. Suddenly, the ceiling came down as well. The hole was right above him. Then, without thinking of what he was doing, he had stuck his hands up and had started pulling himself through the hole. The ceiling raised higher and higher until finally, he managed to pull himself through. He sat by the hole, which had in turn, been upon some sort of hill one would presume, and felt the cool air. The wind gained speed and started to pick several stray leaves off the ground. The boy picked himself up, as leaves starting blowing all around him. He tried to look around at the landscape to see if he could be heading anywhere of importance, but found no buildings, or structures through the leaves still rolling in the wind. ~ i n c o m p l e t e ~ |
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