The Room
It is an empty hall; it has always been an empty hall. The room is darker; nothing can be seen by the naked eye. The existence of the room creates doubt in the minds of people. As they never see it, they only hear it through people. Something that doesn’t exist, as the presence of such a place, brings horrors to the mind.
But it does exist.
Sooner or later, people do find themselves trapped in the room; some do get lost forever and take their last breath with little to no sign of struggle. Their cry never reaches the outside, as the walls of the room not only prevent them from stepping outside but also trap the voice of the victim as well in the room.
A human being born from the womb of a life-giver crawled, and then walked, and then ran to live life with no regret. Is such a thing possible? Can a man live a life without a glimpse of regret? Of course not. But a man makes himself believe all the regret in life is done through others or fabricated by a power from outside, or necessary to make a good living without straining the back from the weight of the life-giver.
There are stories that did show people breaking out of the room.
Men, women, and children all find themselves in the room at one point in their lives or another. You could live your life without worrying about anything, but it doesn’t last long. Soon, you hear the sound of the fiddle, as the music from the fiddle covers your mind, then your ears, then your house, and soon the world plays the fiddle.
People will begin to see a frame with an empty paper inside it. But over time, the paper inside the frame creates faded images of all the events that happened in your life. Slowly, the empty paper will trap what your eyes have seen in the world. Every second will get painted on the paper, and although the paper is short, staring at each inch of it; is like looking down at a well.
Soon every man, woman, and child gets confronted by the picture, and they get sucked down the well. Each one of them acts differently; when they get trapped inside it. The man decides to knock the wall down, the woman screams, and the children just sit silently in the room. One side covers the raw emotion of anger filling the room, and the other fears losing time. A child neither emits horror nor joy; it reveals a state of emptiness.
Fears grip the mind of men and women as all the vile memories slowly present themselves, as these memories start to ring in their ears like bloodthirsty mosquitoes inside a rainy jungle. No matter how many times they try to stay concentrated on the solution, the mosquitoes always distract them from their objective to the threads of the past.
A child is mesmerized by the room; it is dark, unlike the adults; the child has accepted it. The darkness doesn’t bother the child anymore; neither does the idea of being lonely in the room. Unlike adults, the child neither has the strength of a man nor the emotion of a woman, but it has one thing that they lost a long time ago.
So it does the only thing that comes to the mind of children. It decides to go to sleep.
The room might not have any doors or windows for people to see the outside world. But…when a child closes its eyes, it sees the almighty prism in the sky, spreading a faded rainbow to its body. The child feels the warmth of the sun and the colours of the world.
