It was a normal night, as always — except for a light drizzle of rain.
Or so I thought.
I was leaving work, heading home to my family. To my daughter.
It was almost eleven o'clock. Everyone had already left for the day. I was the last one.
Damn. My boss always keeps me late, I thought.
The parking lot lights were flickering, as usual. I walked toward my car, mumbling a song under my breath — as I always did. Everything felt normal.
Or as normal as it could.
I was alone in the silent parking lot, except for the sound of my breathing, my footsteps, and the occasional distant horn from the street beyond.
Then I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head.
I began to fall.
My vision darkened.
I tried to turn — to see who had hit me.
The only thing I managed to see was a dark silhouette holding a metal baseball bat.
And the eyes.
They were red — not glowing, just bloodshot — filled with anger. Disgust.
And something else.
Guilt.
The figure didn't move. It just stood there, menacingly. As if contemplating something.
Or someone.
After that, I felt myself being dragged. Or maybe I imagined it. My eyes were closed. I could only feel my body scraping against something rough.
Before losing consciousness completely, my last thought was of my daughter.
Her face when I came home yesterday.
It was beautiful.
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--The White Room--
I don't know how long I had been unconscious.
When I woke up, my head was pounding. My thoughts felt scattered — like broken glass.
It took some time to piece them together.
That's when I realized where I was.
A white room.
No windows.
No ventilation.
Just white padded walls, a metal toilet in the corner, a single exposed bulb for light, and a heavy white metal door. It was locked from the outside. Near the bottom was a small hatch — too small for my head, but wide enough for a hand to pass easily.
My clothes had been changed.
White long-sleeved shirt. White pants.
My head and eyebrows were shaved clean.
But that didn't matter.
What mattered was my family.
Especially my daughter.
They would be waiting for me. Confused. Worried. Crying.
Maybe they'd already filed a missing person report. Who knows.
There was no way to tell the time in this room.
No clock.
No shadows.
No sound.
Then the small hatch slid open.
A hand in a black latex glove pushed in a small metal plate of something that looked like dog food mixed with vomit and smelled like shit.
I assumed it was meant to be my meal.
But my attention wasn't on the plate.
It was on the hand.
Without thinking, I lunged.
In the process, I knocked the plate over. The food splattered across the floor.
I grabbed for the wrist.
Too slow.
My fingers barely brushed the glove before it pulled back.
I shoved my hand through the opening — but the hatch slammed shut on my fingers.
Pain shot up my arm.
I yanked my hand back on instinct.
Blood trickled down my fingers.
But I didn't care.
I started pounding on the door.
"Let me out!"
"You don't know who I am!"
"When I get out — when I get out I will — I w-will—"
"Please. P-Please just l-let me out."
"I'll pay you. Y-Yes. I'll pay you w-whatever you want."
"Money — isn't that what you guys want? I'll give you anything."
I don't know how long I screamed.
By the end, my fists were raw and bleeding. The white door was smeared red. Tears and mucus ran down my face, mixing with blood and the ruined food on the floor.
I kept hitting the door.
It was useless.
No one answered.
Maybe no one was even there anymore.
Maybe they had left after delivering the food.
And then—
I thought I heard something.
A faint sound from the other side of the door.
A giggle.
Or maybe it was just the hum of the light.
I couldn't tell.
I felt tired.
No — not tired.
Drained.
Then it hit me.
The weakness.
I didn't know how long I had been unconscious.
But my body did.
It knew exactly.
I had been running on adrenaline. On panic. On fumes.
And I had just burned the last of it.
My stomach twisted. My hands trembled. My vision swam. my limbs felt heavy. My mouth felt dry.
I hadn't eaten.
I hadn't rested.
And now there was nothing left to keep me upright.
The room tilted.
The white walls stretched.
And I collapsed onto the cold floor.
The light above me hummed.
Then everything went dark.
Just before the darkness swallowed me, I thought I heard someone sigh.
And breathing that wasn't mine.
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Hello guys this my first story that I am writing so sorry In advance and english is not my first language and something I struggle to turn my imagination into words . So if you don't like something idk some make your own head Canon.
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