Hello
I'm new here. I want to share a microfiction story. I hope you enjoy reading it.
EMPTY DARK ROOM
When she woke up, she was in a dark room, and all she could see were two red eyes staring back at me.
The sound of the rain falling on the roof was the only thing she could hear as she sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. She slammed her fists against the mattress, trying to knock the pain away, but nothing seemed to work. She had tried everything, but nothing would work. She was at her last resort, and she knew it.
"It's time to go." She says this to the empty, dark room, but that's the only thing she can think to say.
"It's time to go." She feels the tears well up in her eyes, but she doesn't let them fall. Not now. Not here. There's no point. There's nothing left to feel like that. There's nothing left to feel.
"Why was I here?" she asked herself.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her head, and she heard a loud crack. She then woke up from her sleep, her heart racing and her mind racing. She was scared, but she had no idea why. All she could remember was that she was scared and that she had been feeling a little sick.
She looked around the room and saw nothing. There was no one around, no sign of what had happened. She had no idea what was going on, but she knew she needed to find someone to help her. She looked at the door and saw that it was locked. She knew that she couldn't get out by herself. There was no key, and the door was too heavy for her to push open.
She had no idea what was going on. All she wanted was to find out what had happened to her. She wanted to know what was happening and why she was feeling sick.
She was trying to figure out what happened to her when all of a sudden the door of the dark room swung open. There is dim light coming from the outside, enough for her to see what appears on the door.
She was drowning in fear when she saw a ghostly figure of a man in a white dress, like a doctor, walking towards her. She was terrified and could not move as the figure slowly and steadily moved closer. His face was hidden in the shadows, but the white dress he was wearing was unmistakable. As he drew nearer, she could feel a chill run down her spine, and her fear intensified. She could not tell if the figure was friendly or not; all she knew was that she was in danger. The ghostly figure stopped a few feet away from her, and she was too scared to move. She was frozen in fear, not knowing what would happen next.
But in the opposite situation, the one who came in is a handsome young psychiatrist dressed in a crisp white lab coat with a matching stethoscope draped around his neck. His long, dark hair was tied in a man bun, with some strands hanging prettily around his face. His angelic face was clean-shaven. His eyes were dark green, and his smile was warm and inviting. He had a confident air about him, exuding a sense of calm and assurance. He looked professional and trustworthy, ready to help his patients with whatever issues they may have.
The psychiatrist was about to meet his patient in the darkroom. He knew that his patient was drowning in fear, and he wanted to do his best to help. He had heard stories of the patient's struggles, and he wanted to be able to provide the support and guidance that the patient needed. He knew that this was going to be a difficult session, but he was prepared to do whatever it took to help the patient. He took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness, ready to face whatever was to come.
"How are you?"As he speaks to her, he can sense her horror.
"Don't pretend you're a human being." I know you're not." She mumbles, holding back her
tears with all her might.
"I am. "I'm here to help you." He said it in an angelic voice.
"When the light disappears, nothing seems clear; everything's unclear." She continues to mumble while tears keep falling from her eyes.
"Close your eyes and dry your tears. You'll be safe in my hands," he assured her.
