I escaped! If only momentarily.

I was standing at the walls and pushing as hard as I could, and I saw the strangest glimpse of red between the folds. I tried to see more, but before I knew it there was this huge gust of air and I was sucked in. And, thus, I found myself in China.

It was strange. There were symbols and letters that I couldn’t even begin to recognise, and a huge black and white picture of someone in a military uniform. I wandered around and stumbled across another man, this one was dark skinned and was wearing long flowing robes, but genetalia had been scribbled over his face in black biro with “lol” framing them. I decided that my little white room was much better than this place so I tried to leave.

It took me three days. I couldn’t find any walls, but the place seemed so small. And the images! I turned a corner of information and there was a freeze-frame of one of the orange-robed men being cracked in the face by the butt of a rifle, painted tears decorating his twisted face. There was a short clip on repeat showing a man throwing a petrol bomb at a granite house. And lastly there were cameras being thrown to the ground and stamped on by military boots. The thing is, these images were only up for five, six minutes at the most. After that they were replaced by a big black square and I knew they were gone. Deleted.

I have no shame to tell you that I was terrified at this point. What if they found me, an unknown being, wandering round their site? My blood ran cold at the thought of being deleted. I needed to get back to where I was as quickly as possible. So I ran. I ran as fast as I could, tripping over piles of discarded black squares as I searched wildly for a way out. Every time I saw a news broadcast or a conversation going out of this place it severed before I could reach it. It was only when I found a number being dialled that I realised my escape, and I leapt into it.

The rest is hazy. I remember a small space filled with garbled sounds and a useless amount of low resolution pictures, but that’s it. I must’ve passed out or something, because I was back here before I knew it.

I haven’t been near the walls since. I don’t want to find them. I like this little white room.

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