The Red Room: A Narrative Fiction

I’m bound into a vicious cycle of obscurity so deep that the choice was luminous. I seem less than myself, but at the same time, I can feel relaxed- even self-righteous, believing that I, a mere mortal, am immanent within this existing plane… And, I ask, Why must we face reality and not become lost in the gray abyss of our mind when it returns to the dawn of darkness from whence it came? Truly, it is comforting there…

I lay there for a minute, unable to move, colored lights dancing in front of my eyes. I heard my ragged

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

“Hello” I shout. “Anybody there” I yell into the darkness. My voice echoes far into the darkness of the world beyond. I don’t know where I am, and I don’t know who I am. Each day I sit here calling out into the dark hoping to see the light. I am trapped. I travel each and every hour searching for light or a means to escape this perilous abyss. I wait for the light to reappear each day, small slivers of light at first. But, eventually the bright gleaming rays of light pierce the abyss.

I open my eyes again after what could have been a life time or no time at all. Blinding light forces them to reshut. I try to open them slowly and squint at my surroundings, but my stinging eyes crave the darkness. “Welcome back,” a different voice says; a woman’s.

Slowly, I awoke to see looming trees all around me, bending over me, watching. Listening. They heard the screams, they heard my screams, I was still screaming. I clamped a trembling hand down over my mouth to only realize it was closed, my lips rolled in. And then thick as velvet. The blood pooled.

was lost for words, the creature creeping closer by the second. My mouth was gaped open like a fish, the animal directly above me, so close that I could hear the humming breaths of the animal.

We stood outside a large dark log cabin, the Pioneer Hall, on Disney’s Fort Wilderness property in Orlando Florida, which had a square porch and a log railing that contained a wooden rocking chair. This environment was one of the few places down south that made me feel like I was back in Pennsylvania, with the forest floor visible, the great, tall trees, and the country feeling that was given off from the surroundings. When 4:30 pm finally rolled around, a blonde lady in a greenish plaid long skirt, brown cowboy boots, and white blouse came out and rang the dinner bell of the restaurant, justly named the Hoop-Dee-Doo Revue, due to its hillbilly appearance.

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

Wait, the first voice sounded like Aahmes! I can’t recognize the other one, though. Aahmes said it was Acher-

“Wha-“ Before he could he let out a word or scream aloud a voice barged its way into his head along with memories of this body’s previous life.

I came upon a street light. The street sign next to it read Davis Street. I was thinking in my head because it sounded as familiar as the voice did. I followed the street and came upon a house. I heard yelling and screaming coming from inside. I ran in and found a black figure standing across from my father but his face was beaten. I ran outside because I didn't want to see what would happen.

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.

In Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, the red room is described in a way that made it seem like this was Jane’s rebirth, a womb, as well as the sign that Jane must alter her personality to leave the room and endure the pain of her biased aunt. Mr. and Mrs. Reed had both contributed to Jane ending up in the red room; while Mrs. Reed was the one who put Jane in the room, “Mr. Reed had been dead nine years: it was in this chamber he breathed his last.” Since Jane require both Mr. and Mrs. Reed to be forced into the room, this is similar to a child needing both a mother and a father to be born. Furthermore, the womb is where you start your life as pure and innocent, this represents how Jane must change who she is to be accepted in the family and “survive”