I Sit Alone In A Four-cornered Room Novels & Stories

He looked at me one more time with those small scanning eyes. "We'll continue this tomorrow," he said. Then he stood. The two men beside me stood. They moved toward the door together with the coordinated ease of people who did this regularly. The door closed. And I was alone. --- The hours moved strangely in that room. Without a phone. Without a window. Without any of the markers that normally tell you where you are in a day. The light above me stayed the same dim yellow regardless of whether it was afternoon or midnight. I sat with my arms on the table and I thought.

' My head was a mess with so many questions. "Boring!" That strange person suddenly spoke up, which brought me back to my senses. He snorted coldly and went to the corner of the wall and lay down. Then he closed his eyes, ignoring me. I thought the person wouldn't attack me, so I relaxed my body and sat down in a corner away from him. I need to calm down to know what kind of situation I'm in. This place is like a prison. Four walls and a ceiling are made of stone. The only way out is a sharp door. There were no windows or anything else, so the room was completely dark. The only glimmer of light was from the opening under the door.

The silence had a way of bringing me back to myself. Doing asI always did every time I couldn't sleep, I silently studied the ambiguous room. From the cardboard boxes that still sat in the corner and the miniature clay statues that dressed up the coffee table to the chipped paint that furnished certain parts of the walls. I sat in the same spot I always did and tried to point out anything new that made up the room.

The only noise was the slight creak of a wind blowing through the window. I sat on the vintage sofa. While I slowly sank onto the cushion at the corner, I sensed safety as the material had plopped down and the fabric had been torn slightly. No judging eyes. No demanding voices. No obligation to smile. I was alone and the noise in my head made it less difficult to deal with when there were no others around. My gaze roamed the room. A small table in the corner was where I could write or arrange my medication later. With a large window overlooking the sea, this apartment had sex to boot.

If you're expecting seeing him after I woke up, we were all wrong then, because the moment I opened my eyes, I realized that I slept in here alone. He must wait until I fall asleep last night and just went to another room. I could say I was entirely alone by just feeling the lonely ambience of the room. It was highly touched with modern design and its price should be expensive more than I thought it would be. Growling softly, I reached the pasted paper in my table and read its message.

Chapter 97 I sat in the corner of the room, trying to block out the noise around me. The steady hum of conversations, the clink of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter felt distant. Everything seemed to fade away, leaving me alone in a sea of thoughts I couldn't swim through. The only thing I could focus on was the growing life inside me, the child I hadn’t planned for, but who I couldn’t deny.

My wounds had healed but my skin was red from exposure to the sun’s rays. “Room 40 is empty,” the woman said, giving me a pair of black sweatpants. “You can go there and rest.” “Thank you so much,” I told her. She nodded. The room was cold and drab. There was no bed in room 40 but a tiny mattress in the corner. A flimsy white sheet was laid on it and a suspicious looking brown blanket was folded and placed on the lower left corner. I removed the disgusting leggings I was putting on and replaced them with the sweatpants.

I acknowledge their presence with a slight nod, a silent recognition of our shared pain and loss. My eyes scan the room, searching for a sense of comfort or familiarity, but all I find is the solitary bed, standing as the sole piece of furniture in this barren room. It beckons me, its worn-out mattress and thin sheets offering a temporary respite from the harsh reality that surrounds me. With no designated area for my belongings, I reluctantly place them on the bed, their presence only adding to the cluttered and confined nature of the room. The lack of space becomes suffocating, as if the walls are closing in on me, trapping me in this suffocating solitude.

I just wanted to be left alone to cry and process everything that had just happened. My room was my sanctuary. It was a large, spacious room with high ceilings and large windows that let in plenty of natural light. The walls were painted a soft pink, and there were white sheer curtains that hung from the windows. The room was decorated with vintage pieces, including a large four-poster bed and a beautiful vanity table. It was indeed my sanctuary.

The last person, Aiden, closed the door shut, sealing me and only me inside the room. The room became quiet and still. There was no other person there. It was just me and my dripping cunt. The air inside the room smelled like loneliness. I breathed it. Inhaled it deeply. I clutched the duvet tighter and dragged it over my shoulder as I laid with my side, staring into space. After a while, I started feeling uncomfortable. I flipped over and laid with the other side. My cunt was still dripping wet between my thighs. I dragged my shorts down and spread my legs under the duvet.