I Sit Alone In A Four-cornered Room の小説・ストーリー

I could handle Noise, chaos is my friend, it gave me something to push against, but silence in a closed unfamiliar room with no indication of what was happening on the other side of the door did something to me that I had never found a clean way to manage. I had always been like this for a while even though I've never boldly acknowledged it. I've always needed either sound or people or both, I hated the specific quality of alone that came with four walls and no exits and nothing to listen to except my own thoughts which were not good company right now. I tried the window, maybe I could sneak out but it was sealed. I checked the bathroom twice, then the door hinges, the ceiling, the corners,

I couldn't place any lock because there was none. ~~~~ I was sitting alone, on the bed, my hands placed beside me as loneliness drowned me as I scanned around the room. Everything was placed in different positions in accordance with how a two bedroom apartment should be arranged, but it was just a single room in different sections, with its bedroom demarcated with a very thin board from the other section.

Zayne's POV Zayne sat hunched in the far corner of the large, barren room, his back pressed against the cold cement wall. The dim light overhead flickered faintly, casting erratic shadows on the unadorned gray walls. The air smelled faintly of damp concrete and old sweat. The only furniture in the room—a small, round table and two wooden chairs—sat near the door, like a cruel joke of hospitality.

Gone and I was alone…. …. In his room.

I barked, my voice a low, gravelly rumble that shattered the sterile quiet of the hallway. "Already on it, sir," Cole replied, pulling his phone out before the elevator doors had even finished closing behind them. I had seen Richard at his absolute highest, but looking through the glass pane of Room 4, my chest tightened in a way I hadn't experienced since we were teenagers. Inside the room, the scene was a stark contrast of fragile life and quiet warfare.

Too dark. I stayed there for a moment before turning and returning back to the safety of my warm room. I couldn't deny that I felt so lonely. The walls of my room seemed to be closing in on me, suffocating me with their bare, white emptiness. I could hear the muffled sound of music and laughter from downstairs, where the other girls were partying. It was a mocking reminder of my isolation. My eyes stung with unshed tears as I recalled Kelly's smug face when she put the blame on me. The portrait had been an accident, but that didn't matter now. I was stuck here for four long, lonely days.

com/entry/sometimes-feeling-lonely-makes-you-stronger_b_59308d21e4b062a6ac0ace3a ___________________________________________________________________________ 14 / 11 / 2021 I feel myself roll my eyes in the nightmare that I am currently in. It is a nightmare I have seen myself in over and over again. I am in a dark room , the only light hangs above my head. I am kneeing on the ground , my knees scrapped from being dragged on them. I look down and see that white dress hugging my curves in all the right places. My skin is glowing with an amazing holy glow , a angelic aura is given off my me – I watch and feel it fill up the room ,making the dark room cozy.

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.

Raiden’s POV I sit alone in my large room, surrounded by all of my possessions, but feeling empty inside. The room is filled with luxurious furniture and expensive decor, but it all feels meaningless without her by my side. I sit alone in my large room, surrounded by all of my possessions. The room is spacious, with high ceilings and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls are painted a deep shade of navy blue, and the floors are made of polished hardwood.

They all froze at the sight. Me—sitting against the corner of the room, knees drawn up to my chest. The remains of my bed—destroyed.