Short Stories

Repent

White tiles and the strong stench of bleach. It’s so lifeless and overpowering.

I make a 360° turn on the spot. I’m in a box room. And there’s no door. A single light bulb hangs from the ceiling and swings back and forth, the light bounces off the glossy white tiles.

I don’t know why, how did I get here?

An intercom above my head buzzes, I look up.

A male voice echoes loudly through the intercom, ‘Do you know why you here today?’

I shrug warily.

‘You will need to complete a series of tasks before you can leave the room.’ The intercom echoes. ‘This is your punishment for yesterday’s actions. Fail to do as instructed or finish by the end of the day, you will be kept overnight.’

Shivers run down my back. Tears build up in my eyes as I start to feel the cold. Goosebumps and the fine hair on my arm rises. I want to go back home.

Please let me out.

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