Week One, Day One

[arabbitholeofwander]

CHARACTER: Me; 29 WORD COUNT: 335 words TENSE: First Person (Narrative Style) YOU APPEAR IN AN INFINITE WHITE ROOM WITH NOTHING BUT YOURSELF AND A PIECE OF PAPER SAYING “YOU HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM EXISTENCE.” Well. This sucks. Honestly, I’m not that shocked. It was inevitable, I guess. There is only so much of my insanity that the world would take before it expels me like demon spawn. I mean, I really didn’t know that being banned from existence was a real thing that could happen – but since it has, I’m really not shocked. Are you? Oh wait. No one is ever going to read this…unless endless bright white walls can read. In which case, I’m going to chalk that up to this whole situation is nothing but a delusion in my mind and I’ve finally cracked my nut. Maybe that’s what this really is. Because it reminds me an awful lot of that haunted house I went to in 9th grade. You know. With the maze of rooms that all lead back to one white room with six doors and a little freaky clown that chuckles at you? This is so that…without the clown. Thank God. Because my fear of freaky little clowns would make this whole abolishment pretty terrible. Besides, I'd probably get sent to some place a lot worse after I offed his snickering little ass. For now, I could live this way. I mean, it would be better if the walls were black. This white is too bright and this kind of pure light hurts my eyes. My eyes are the pathway to my dark, dark soul, correct? Yes. That’s believable. Good. Hey, Judge. (That’s who would have sent me here, right? A judge?) Can I please get some black or charcoal grey walls? I mean, if you can read this. That would be great. Thanks. Other than that, I think I could be okay here. Except for…wait…what about food? Do I get food here? There is no food here. Oh my God….I’m going to starve to death! PLEASE, JUDGE. LET ME OUT. I’LL BE GOOD. …or at least send me a grocery store.