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There was no door in there. "Where in the hell is door?" I shouted but I couldn't get the hold if any door. It was four walled boxed room with no way out and no way in. How did they even got me inside with all the four walls locked like this. I knocked the walls as if it could be of any help. But it wasn't and suddenly the whole room was lit with light. I got scared as the first beam of light hit my eyes. There was an audio box at the corner of the ceiling. It started to speak to me.

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.

Perhaps even my life. My eyes then scan the derelict room in a panic and settle on an old wooden chair in the corner. I snatch it up quickly, holding it to my chest as the four legs poke out in front of me. I let out a fierce growl, running full pelt toward the faded green barrier. An almighty clash rings around the room, but the door remains perfectly intact. I toss the useless piece of furniture to the side in anger. The echo as it clashes against the uneven floorboards pretty much solidifies the fact that I am now completely alone.

LUCAS The door to room 408 is slightly ajar. Not by chance. I left it that way, intentionally. A crack in the silence, a silent invitation. If someone is to enter, if someone is to see, it must be her. The trap is set, waiting only for its spectator.

He opened it and shoved me inside and closed the door again. Turning away from the closed door, I looked around the space. The room was empty except for a small bed in the corner and a chair. There were also no windows. I was surrounded by only walls. I walked towards the bed and sat down. At least the single white sheet on the bed was clean. I could hear voices now and then in the hallway, but no one came to the room where I was. I stared at the peeling wallpaper while dreading the moment when Oliver will show up to carry out whatever he planned to do with me.

It feels like Im walking on thin ice, but I can't do anything but cope with it if that's the only means to survive. I followed Joewella inside and immediately walked towards my room. It's weird The four-cornered room felt so spacious and lonely. I've never had a personal chamber before. As soon as I enter my room, the waves of laughters and screams from my little siblings would always light up my exhausting day. It may be annoying and aggravating at times but those innocent smiles and warm hugs are the ones that kept me sane all my life.

“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.

It was odd; everyone else seemed to prefer the comfort of their classrooms. I scanned the room, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light, and spotted him—sitting alone at a corner table, his dark clothing standing out against the dull surroundings. The soft glow from the table lamp illuminated his face, accentuating his strong features. The cigarettes were gone, but the air still felt charged with his presence. He leaned back, his long hair flowing over his shoulders like a cascade of night, seemingly unfazed by the emptiness around him.

I Know Now My name is Irina. The dream ends. I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. I observed how the yellow orange light made its way through the open window. I stand there in one corner of the room captivated by the yellow light. The light was so bright that it nearly blinded my eyes.

I said, I hope my eyes is conveying the anger that I am trying my best to hold on to. “I would like to be alone now, please leave.” I said not sure he would comply but for some reason he did, he turned away to leave and I was left alone in my unfamiliar room. I paced up and down the room, annoyed, frustrated, lonely. I sat down but then stood up and continued to pace the room. I ran my hand on the wall and then noticed a part of the wall was higher than the rest, curiously I studied it and then noticed that it was a tiny safe.