It was a hallway. The floor and sides were tan, and the ceiling was padded with white and the occasional light replaced a spot. There were also slick deep brown doors inside the hall, and one at the end. I didn't see any numbers on the doors, they were all unassigned.
I turn my head to look behind me, only to see that the elevator was no longer there, only a tan wall. I didn't remember ever stepping out of the elevator. Unless I did without knowing...
I groan, feeling pissed off. With nowhere else to really go, I head for the first door. I try twisting the knob, only to find it doesn't turn all the way. Locked. What did I expect? No way this... place would just let ...view middle of the document...
I just couldn't bring myself to. I try to ignore my anger, I want to focus on what I should do next.
The hallway had only one door, which was at the end of it. It also had these empty frames for paintings. I step inside, wanting to punch the first thing I see. I don't though, probably because I would break my knuckles. I also take notice the floor is carpet, and that it is a deep red, like the walls. Out of nowhere I hear a slamming noise. I look up at the door, and see that is shaking in rhythm with the sound.
The door bursts open, and a woman, wearing a bright pink shirt, runs out yelling something. I thing it was something like, “MOTHERFU-” The door slamming open had drowned out the rest. “I DON'T DESERVE THIS!” The woman yells, running past me.
She pushes into me, knocking me against the wall. She runs onto the balcony, since I had left the door open. She looks over the balcony, and then turns around. “Why! Why is this happening to me!” The woman yells. She is about to run back through the door way, but the door slams shut by itself. I hear the door knob rattling, but then it stops. I speed walk to the door and attempt to turn the knob. It doesn't move.
More anger. What the heck was going on? Who was that person? She looked so familiar... Great. More questions, more unanswerable questions. I turn back around to the door she had ran through. It was still busted open. I walk towards it, and step through the doorway.
Behind the doorway is a sidewalk, with a road to it's side. I step onto the side walk, and look at the road, trying to ignore the ominous dark that surrounds me. When I turn back around, I see another person there, wearing a blue shirt this time. The woman stood there, arms crossed, and has a grumpy look on her face. “Who you lookin' at?” She mutters loudly.
You. Fortunately, I don't say that. “What are you doing here?” I ask, ignoring her question. “Same as you, idiot. Why do you think I'm here?” She replies with mock in her voice. I begin to get...