felt inspired
I feel a bit happy now, thanks to all those lovely messages. So here's a random thing I've just thought of, enjoy!
He woke up feeling dizzy. He couldn't see anything, he couldn't move, he couldn't speak. Where was he? Was he dead? he kept wondering if he was having sleep paralysis again...he was freaking out. he started shaking uncontrollably, not being able to stop. The room was extremely cold, yet he was burning up. Burning up like you'd burn up on dog days in August. He was breaking in cold sweat, his entire forehead damped in lather. His mumbled words and shakey hands were not helping either. His distraught self had no way of calming down. Suddenly, he couldn't hear. Someone, or something, was preventing him from speaking, moving, seeing, and hearing. The freezing cold room kept getting colder, and colder, and colder, and colder, and colder, and colder, and colder, and colder, and colder...He couldn't do anything anymore, his body heat would not suffice as a coping mechanism. In this mysterious room, a simple breeze felt like a snow storm. He couldn't hear it but the cold room was loud. It was extremely loud. He couldn't really feel it, but the temperature was dropping at an alarming rate. He was going to die of hypothermia. He couldn't see it, but he wasn't wearing anything. He was completely naked. He could feel the sweat on his forehead ice up...
A flashing light magically appeared, He could see again. He stared at the room, it seemed normal. It was a completely white room with no visible doors and no windows, only a vent. He was sitting on a chair, a simple chair you'd find in a classroom, there was nothing he could find that was the cause of him not being able to see, speak, hear or move. He didn't feel cold anymore, which was a good thing. The frozen sweat was gone, which was a bit wierd but he didn't really care. After a couple of minutes, he was able to move again. He looked down at his feet and saw a pile of clothes. He also noticed his fully naked body. "Why am I naked?" he let out a loud gasp, he could speak again. He could not hear it but he knew he was able to talk again. He got up, picked up the clothes and got dressed. The clothes were white, just like the room. He felt a tad bit better, but still wasn't able to hear anything. He wanted to leave. He tried looking for a way out, but it served for nothing. The vent was too small and the chair wasn't going to help. He started to freak out again, shaking all over the place. He screeched at the top of his lungs, "help me! Someone help me!"...No one answered. There was no way out, he was done for. A loud explosion occured, this time, he could hear it. "What was tha about? Where did it come from?" he looked around the room, there was nothing different about it. He calmed down and went back to sit on the chair. He had no other option but to wait. He fell asleep, waiting for something to happen.
When he woke up, the room was on fire. He screamed in pain, his skin was peeling off. The room was covered in blue flames, it was extremely hot. He had fourth-degree burns all over his body. His face was melting off, he could feel his insides cooking up and burning. The pain was so unbearable, he wanted this to stop. The burns reached his stomach, the burns dug deep into his skin, creating a hole in his abdomen. You could see his bowels spewing out on the floor. He watched as his guts burned up on the floor. The paint was melting off, revealing a sealed door. That had to be at least a hundred coats of paint. Everything in the room was melting off...He closed his eyes, fainting from the pain and the utter shock of everything happening around him.
He woke up again, feeling dizzy. He couldn't move, see, or speak. All he could hear was his mumbling and stomping feet. The room was cold, very cold...
