My feet, shaking with anxiety, crept down the staircase. The floor was cold. it was white polished marble. I used to love marble floors because of the way it glistened in the sunlight. It always bounced the light around the house making everything beautiful and bright but here, it didn’t seem to happen quite like that. It was just a cold white floor.
The white wallpaper, a slick plain white, nothing more nothing less. It surrounded the whole of the inside of the house. I have no idea what is on the exterior but my guess would be something plain and boring. It was on all the walls as well as the roof. It reminded me of a prison cell. The wallpaper was smooth. When I touched it, it felt like whipping my hand along a sheet of ice. There was the odd space where the gadgets took up areas where the white wallpaper should have been. You’d think that because of all the white in the house, it would be bright and lively but again this house wasn’t quite like that.
There were not many places where the light could enter but the house was bright. Chandeliers filled every room. They were all controlled by one remote, it was either all the lights were on or they were all off. When the morning hit at 7 pm, it was the worst time of the day. It was when all the lights would suddenly turn on. I hated this time because it gave me the feeling of a prisoner trying to escape over the big barb wire fence and then being hit by the bright lights, sitting upon the tall concrete towers, point directly at you.
With every step I took came a soft ringing noise. The noise was faint but I had been around here long enough to catch it every time. Whenever I did something, this noise would ring in my ear. My torse moving put of bed, my arm pouring myself a cup of tea, my finger pushing a button to change the channel, RING, RING, RING. I always thought to myself, maybe I was being watched or recorded by someone. That the ringing noice was a record of my actions. Then I would face the facts and realize there’s no way of finding out.
The house was usually silent except for these ringing noises. There were all different kinds but I had only figured out what one of them meant. The soft quiet sounding one happened when I moved but there were loud buzzing noises that happened when I got close to closed doors. They sounded like alerts warning me that danger may be close. I was always scared when these noises started to arise. If I heard it start I would quickly move in the opposite direction but today was the day I stopped my cowardness.
I came to the mirror and stopped. I took a good look and asked myself why did it have to be like this. Here was me, slouched over in my one and only outfit. A dress that went to my knee. It was black with white trim. It had poofy sleeves which just covered my shoulders. On top of the dress was a white apron that had riffles through it. I looked ridicules but I had no choice in my outfit. I didn’t have a choice in anything these days. Things have gone on for too long so it was time to break out of the normal women behavior.
It was 12 pm and all the lights were out. I was finding my way with the noise the filled my ears. I knew when they got louder and started to rapidly ring that I was heading in the right direction. From my memory, this hallway was short which meant that the ringing noice was going to be intense for a short burst of time. I took a few steps down the hallway and everything was still the same. I had the same sensation on my feet as they walked along the marble floor as would have anywhere else in the house. I brushed my hand, shivering with concern, along the smooth wall. The only difference was the ringing noice. I tried to blank it out as the quest to the black door was more important.
The noice became unbearable and forced me to the ground. It sounded like 1000 birds shrieking in my ear. I wanted to turn back but my motivation to find out what was behind that door was greater than my pain. I crawl. The floor makes my body shiver, it is freezing.
I grab onto the door handle, the unsmooth surface. It wasn’t like the other door handles in the house. They were all round, boring, sterling silver door handles. This handle felt like it was made with some sort of harsh and rough substance like a rock. It was the same shape as the rest but it was made of something very different. It hurts my hand as I hold it. My ears felt like they were bleeding from the noice, my hand was being cut open by the door handle and my whole body was shivering.
I am finally able to twist the door handle and push it open from the floor. I am slapped in the face by a bright white light forcing my eyes closed but I instantly start to warm up. The shivers stop while the ringing noice is still deafening in my ear. I feel a little gust of wind which picks my hair up off my face. My eyes open and squint. Trees, birds, and grass, could I really be outside.