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Old 09-30-2010, 05:19 PM

this is a piece of coursework i have done, SO PLEASE NO COPYING FOR YOUR OWN COURSEWORK.
THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE PROPERTY OF PAIGE KENDALL DUCKENFIELD/

let me know what you think :)
this is only my first draft.




The Room
One… two… three… four. All the same, plain white, padded for extra protection. I suppose not much more could be expected for an insane asylum. Only I wasn’t insane, I was a fool and naïve, but I was normal.
The light is so intense, it burns, I’m scared, I can’t open my eyes, that light will blind me, it is the light of a thousand stir crazy, psychopathic souls, trapped within these four walls, there picture, imprinted in my mind forever…

At the beginning I found them maddening, but that’s what they wanted, wasn’t it? To prove they were right, that I was insane, that I belonged there, belonged here, within these four pure white, right angled walls. I wasn’t going to let them have the satisfaction. That’s why, in time, I found my solace in one wall, the wall I thought I’d been brought here by, the one with the hidden door out of here. I would stare at it, let its heavenly white engulf me, surround me with its purity, cleanse me of any doubt or frustration, but I couldn’t look away, not even for a minute, the other three walls, they would trap me if I dared to look at them. Then I would be no better than those before me, giving into the easy option, I too, would be no more than the very souls in here that haunt me.
I sat there, staring, rocking forward and back, forward and back, a soothing lull, it helped with the lack of sleep, instead, I would simply exist, in a hypnotic state, waiting. One day one of the walls will reveal its door and I will be let free, back to my world, back to sanity, out of this room. Back to before I was tricked, before I tried to leave him and before he locked me away.
Although that one wall held the key to my sanity, it also drained the very life out of me, holding onto it as if it were some kind of way to keep me there, that if I turned my back on it I would simply cease to exist, my mind and soul trapped in this one wall. I felt so lost, I was trapped in my own make-shift sanctuary.
I needed a way out, I needed something, anything, to release me, I couldn’t let myself be a victim to this room any longer, to these walls, to that one desolate bed, with its one lonely blanket, designed so that I could cause no harm to myself with it, to this whiteness, this purely maddening whiteness.
If I wasn’t crazy before, I’m certainly verging on the edge of it now. All it takes is one final push, I can feel it. My fighting against it seems useless now. I’m lost for ideas; I tried finding sanctuary in this desolate place and to treat it as nothing long term. That hasn’t worked so I’ve tried fighting against it, only to find myself weakened all the more.
With every day that goes by I find myself longing for the inevitable insanity, to just become one of those souls that are constantly beckoning me, never leaving me in peace, never leaving my head, if these walls weren’t so thickly padded I would have driven my skull against them long ago, in a desperate attempt to rid me of this torment. Sadly, this is not an option, I’d simply rebound off the padding onto the ghostly bedding and hear the souls patronising me, laughing at me, at my pathetic attempt of some sort of freedom. How do I know this? Because I’ve tried.
I don’t know how much time has passed since I was first thrown into this room of confusion, all I know is that is has been too long, I have now lost the will to fight, I give in to the voices coming from all four walls around me, I lie on the so called bed provided for me and I stare. I don’t eat, I don’t sleep, I don’t laugh and I don’t cry. I stare at the ceiling and I engulf myself in the insanity of this room.
I have accepted that this is my life now. I am no longer a prisoner of the room. I am the room.

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Old 10-01-2010, 06:59 PM

AMAZINGGG ;D x
but i knew that already ;) x

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Old 10-01-2010, 07:03 PM

I think it's pretty well written. I can't say much else because I'm not too sure what the assignment was but as it is, it's interesting.

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Old 10-01-2010, 07:48 PM

thanks wifeyyy and Mystic , the assignment was a detailed description of a room for a creative writing piece :)

 


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