Time is passing, I think.
Or perhaps it's passing too slowly
I can't tell the difference anymore, it's really very hot here.
The room is the same.
that dirty light.
these stained tables.
The players sprawl out on their chairs, which are bolted to the floor.
that smell of damp metal and cold flesh.
What am I still doing here?
Air is heavier.
It presses on my chest like an invisible hand.
I'm having trouble breathing.
I count my inspirations without realizing it.
One
Two.
Three...
FOur…
That doesn't calm anything down.
Around me, no one is talking.
Those who remain are seated, like me.
Some have their heads tilted.
Others are looking straight ahead.
Nobody speaks.
They are all motionless in their overcoats despite the stifling heat.
Ray Lee, head down, elbows on the table
Her hands were clasped in front of her mouth.
Eyes open, fixed.
He doesn't sleep.
Nobody sleeps here.
The light flashes once.
Then two.
A creaking sound echoes from the ceiling.
I can't take it anymore, why is nobody doing anything?
A long, slow noise.
Like a door that is opened far above us.
I raise my head.
My heart races on its own, the heat increases
Nobody here, there isn't even a door in this room
I open my overcoat, ready to take it off and free myself.
Someone is whispering behind me.
– …no…
I take off my overcoat, and no sooner has my arm emerged than another one reappears, closed and much thicker.
I'm taking it off.
Another one
I remove it
Yet another one
The heat was unbearable and the layers of fabric multiplied, but the few seconds of freedom before another layer appeared felt like an eternity of coolness.
So I continue
One by one, I remove them
I clench my fists.
My nails dig into my skin.
I can barely feel anything.
It's hot.
So hot my teeth are chattering.
A hand touches the back of my neck.
It's cold.
Not good.
A broken, ridiculous sound.
I bang my head on the edge of the table
Again and again until I see the blood flowing until I can no longer move or even think, just let me forget
The floor is moving under my chair, blood is flowing, and my vision is blurring.
I fall.
Just a feeling of tipping.
Then the impact.
I crash into something hard.
Breathless.
A wet sound comes out of my throat.
Finally, a little respite
Eagerly awaiting the dark
Silence
I am not sinking
still not
For what
Why do I still see them?
A stifling heat envelops me
Suffocating and unbearable
My skin is burning.
I get up, trembling.
My legs are almost giving out on me.
I start walking, I walk, I walk
I have no choice.
The ground is sticky under my feet.
Each step makes a soft sound
But the surrounding landscape remains the same
Everything bends, bends before me, and the ground, the ground rises up
Voices
Thousands of voices and I walk
A voice suddenly appeared in my head.
– help me
– help me
– help me
– help me
– help me
– help me
– help me
– m-mercy
– Ki-Moon Nnnnnnnnnnn.
My heart is exploding in my chest.
My vision is blurring.
– I am going to die
– You weren't supposed to survive.
A searing pain shot through my skull.
I fall to my knees.
HHAAAAA,HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,HAHA AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
screams.
Something is sinking into my head.
I can feel it.
Like a burning needle.
I BUMPER MY HEAD
The chair in front of me turns red with blood.
I am writhing in pain
Pulls my hair
The rippers
Silence…
I remain on my knees.
Out of breath.
My whole body is trembling.
I seem to be finally sinking.
A little more
I fall into darkness.
Then I wake up
Sitting in my chair.
Same chair.
Same table.
Even black handkerchiefs.
I'm back in the room.
Around me, everything seems to have stayed the same
Ray Lee, head down, elbows on the table
Her hands were clasped in front of her mouth.
Nobody sleeps here.
nobody moves
I lower my head and on my table there is a bright red liquid spread but dry.
How long had this task been there?