Chapter 46: Scribbles
It felt like I’d been here for days.
Not hours. Days.
Time didn’t exist in this place. The white room stripped it away. No windows. No clocks. No shadows. Just this blinding, unnatural light that never flickered, never dimmed. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything was white. Bleached, sterile, soulless
It was quiet too.
But not peaceful. No, this was the kind of silence that screamed. A silence so loud it pressed in on my ears like a scream trapped inside my skull. Even my breath felt like it echoed, like the sound of my lungs expanding was too violent for the air here.
I tried to speak once, just to hear something familiar. My own voice bounced back at me. Hollow. Alien.
It scared me.
And I hated that it did.
I sat curled in the corner for what felt like forever, knees hugged to my chest, eyes squinting against the fluorescent brightness that never gave me rest. My head throbbed. My lips were dry. My stomach was cramping from the absence of food, and my throat burned with thirst. But worse than the hunger... was the stillness.
This place wasn’t built to punish.
It was built to break.
No pain. No blood. No beatings.