I Sit Alone In A Four-cornered Room Mga Nobela at Kwento

I keep walking, determined to find what I'm looking for. Finally, I round a corner and see a small door. 323. Station Nine. My heart races. This must be it. Lifting a fist, I knock. There's no response. I knock again, louder this time. "Enter," a feeble voice calls. I open the door and step inside. The room is dark, and a single candle flickers in the corner. Sitting at small table is a small, slender man with a long, white beard. In the opposite corner is a bed draped with a dark green blanket. The floor is smooth and made of stone, the walls made of dirt and rock.

Why hadn't I given myself a severe pep talk before Adrian had to humiliate me and cause me to feel overwhelmingly chagrined? I sighed, and dropped Alisia's phone on to my blanket covered lap, taking the opportunity of being alone to look around the room properly. As I had observed earlier when I had just awoken, the walls were painted a bright pure white, an air conditioner hummed gently on one side of the room while a heater was on the other side of the room, switched off. A secluded corner of the room, which was close to the door, had three sofas arranged to surround a wooden centre table, forming a perfect circle around the table.

But on rare occasions it had to be used, there was a thrill it gave that was unrivalled. As I walked into this torture room that was not just almost empty, but partially dark too, I had one goal in mind- to collect. “Hello, ladies and gentlemen,” I said as I walked in. The four men looked between themselves, obviously debating who was the lady between them. Dimitri chuckled foolishly, almost making me break character. I kept my composure as I sat on the only piece of furniture in the room, across from the guys. The furniture was a long table, akin to what I believed the last supper table looked like..

I knew I behaved harshly but it’s painful watching another man have Rayner and what is more painful is her refusing to speak with me. I managed to raise my body to sit as I was lying down on the floor in a not-so-lit room. I sat up and looked around to observe my environment. The room I was in was dark but there was a fire made in the middle of the room which gave a little illumination. I was in a corner of the room and from where I was, I could see a group of people who were lighting up their cigars from one of the people in their midst. I looked around again, perhaps I could see more and understand what I was doing there.

The sound of the door closing behind me makes me flinch. I’m alone, again. The fluorescent lights dim, leaving me in a dark, cold room. Guided by the faint glow, I make my way to the bed against the far wall, crawling to the center where I sit cross-legged in silence. For a while, I stare blankly into the open space. “How did I get here..?” I ask myself softly.

“Not here… it’s too close to the door.” We were both naked already. He looked confused for half a second before I grabbed his wrist, guiding him across the room. “Over here,” I told him, pointing toward the corner where I usually sit alone, hidden, soundproof from the rest of the world. “If we’re going to do this… no one can hear.” He smirked, letting me pull him along. “You really thought this through, didn’t you?” “Don’t flatter yourself,” I shot back, though my voice trembled with heat. “I just don’t want Ava kicking my door again.”

I absolutely hate reading but anime I love. The second door revealed a large training room. Ah, as expected. The third room was completely empty. No funitures, no chairs, nada. But it was large just like the other rooms here. Now I stood in front of the fourth room which also happened to be the last room, sweating and twiddling my fingers. Why did I want to see Corey? I don't know but I feel I should. I managed to summon enough courage to grab the delicate handle and push the door open.

Wow. Running his digits through his black strands, the man slowly trudged his way up the stairs. Clearing his throat before he gently knocked on the door, pushing it open. "Hey--you breathing in here?" The sight of those large eyes, red and rimmed with tear streaks, was much worse than he thought. She was sitting, desolate, in the middle of the carpet. Tiny cuts littering her previously unblemished skin as she picked up the tiny shards of glass.

And today, in the middle of the day, we chose to let it win. The sun spilled through the glass walls of the room, bathing everything in a bright, unforgiving light. The room itself was strange—minimal, stripped bare, as though created for one purpose only. A single chair sat in the center, a table beside it, nothing else. No shadows to hide in, no curtains to shield us. I wore nothing but a thin cover. My fingers clutched the edge of the fabric, knowing it wouldn’t hide me for long. “On your knees.”

“You’re the oddest person I’ve ever met in this camp.” “You haven’t met many people.” I gathered my things and left before one of us made it worse. The room was small and bare and my own. I put my things down on the bed and stood in the center and breathed. No bodies crowded on all sides, no damp wood smell, no sound of thirty women sleeping poorly in a room made for twenty. Just four walls and the sounds from the eastern courtyard coming through my window. I put my hand flat on the wall and allowed myself ten seconds to stand there.