The Room – Part IV

Debbie grinned and looked down at the floor. The voice inside her head kept screaming at her to ask him out, but Debbie just couldn’t do it. The voice always seemed to know the right thing to do, but all Debbie could think about is what would happen if Chet said no.

Debbie look up at Chet, but his friends called his name at the same time and his attention was turned. He muttered something which might have been goodbye before running off to join them.

Debbie frowned.

The voice was probably right, but the risks were simply too high. Besides, she was the girl, the girl couldn’t ask the boy out. Maybe if they were super old, like thirty or something, but in the fifth grade?

Blah blah blah.

Yeah, yeah, we get it already. The Jane woman was the conscience all along, right? Or is there some deeper meaning to the whole thing? Or maybe she really was trapped in some room where she didn’t need to eat or poop. Or maybe this was all some dream which really reflected on the feeling of being trapped within one’s own body? Oh, no, I know, Jane was seriously mentally ill and this was all just her perception of reality.

Or I guess they could have all been living in a snow globe…for some reason.



Seriously, where does this crap come from? It’s like Adam has completely given up and is just writing whatever drivel comes to mind at the moment.

Do you even care about this story?

No, seriously, I’m asking you.

Fine, whatever, I know, reading is all quiet time and whatever else, so why would you possi–

What was that?

No? Nothing?


Okay, so, we got all that crap out of the way already, right? Let’s try and see if we can’t redirect this train somehow? Maybe if we just give a slight little nudge, we can make this story into something people will really care about.

It’s not like this Adam guy is paying attention anyway, right?

At just that moment, Debbie felt a pain like she had never felt before. A strong tearing feeling from deep down inside her. She cried out in agony, causing her friends and teachers to turn and stare at her as she fell to the ground.

One of the teachers, Mr. Harrison, rushed immediately to Debbie’s side and was caught off guard by the visible pulsing occurring on her forehead.

He yelled for help and three more teachers joined him as another ran off to call for the paramedics.

“What do we do?” Mr. Harrison asked Mrs. Garrett. “What would even–“

With another loud scream, Debbie burst open like a New Year’s party popper. And as the pieces of her splattered all around, it was immediately apparent that Debbie was gone.

And in her place was a woman. A thirty-something, completely naked, woman.


The Room – Part III

As time passed, Jane found herself less and less inclined to fight her situation. She had gone beyond hopelessness. The day was coming for the young child’s second birthday. The parents in the film were excited. And Jane, had to admit she was feeling a certain level of excitement herself.

This life on the screen in front of her had become everything. It was, after all, the only thing. Since she had been locked inside this room, there was no other stimuli available outside of what happened on the screen. No sounds outside the walls, nobody coming to check on her, or to feed her.

No, everything she had was in front of her in widescreen. And although none of this made any sense, Jane found herself accepting it more and more every day.

Part of the reason for that was due to her finding that she had a portion of control over the toddler’s activities. She was even able to get the child to talk.

It was difficult to get out full sentences and Jane had to focus incredibly hard in order to get out the harder sounds, but she could communicate well enough with those people she found she was beginning to consider family.

From time to time she would attempt to relay the details of her actual situation. But a two year old talking about the woman locked up inside a theater watching their lives wasn’t something anyone seemed to take seriously. It was just another one of those silly things little Deborah was prone to talk about.

As time went on, Jane found herself trying less and less to find help.

Instead, she found herself more interested in helping Deborah to develop as a human. That, Jane was finding out, wasn’t nearly as easy as she would have hoped.

For instance, right now Deborah is looking in at a dog in a car. Her parents are nearby, but they are focused on moving the groceries from the cart into their car, they aren’t noticing how Deborah’s hand is reaching closer and closer to the slightly open window where the dog awaits.

If they had been aware, they, no doubt, would have stopped her, but they simply didn’t notice.

Jane, on the other hand, definitely noticed. She screamed and screamed and pleaded with Deborah to not reach her hand into the window where the dog would doubtless snip at her and cause at least a small amount of damage.

Jane pounded on the screen as she cried out.

But all she could hear of her pleas was a little song sung quietly by little Deborah:

“Don’t reach in there. Don’t you do it. If you do, he’ll bite right through it.”

“NO!” Jane screamed.

The dog began barking wildly, causing Deborah’s mother to jerk her attention toward her young one and quickly pull the encroaching hand away from the window and back toward freedom.

“No!” Deborah’s mother scolded. “Never reach in a window at a dog. Especially one you don’t know.”

Jane sighed a deep sigh of relief, fell to the ground, and realized that she was going to have to find a better way to gain control of this girl.

The Room – Part II

Jane stares at the video in front of her in confusion. To her, it appears to be a real-time video feed from the point of view of a baby.  Unfortunately for her, this means that a majority of the film is either darkness, due to the child’s sleeping, or random blurry visuals combined with ear-piercing screams.

Jane finds that she doesn’t mind the screaming much.  It’s almost as though the child were joining her in her cries for help, even if the sound from the film is much more likely to be drowning out the sound of Jane’s screams.

Time has lost all meaning to Jane now. The baby seems to sleep nearly as often as Jane finds herself passed out from a long period of screaming. And as soon as Jane begins screaming again, the child itself starts up. Jane questions whether the child can somehow hear her.

Some days, when Jane has found herself incapable of screaming any longer, she takes to looking for a way out of the room. She walks along the walls, pounding and kicking at them and the floor, hoping for some sign of weakness which could allow her escape.

She finds nothing.

As time goes on, the pictures on the screen gain additional focus. Jane finds herself staring at the smiling face of the baby’s mother as she looks down at the camera. Something about the soft smile on her face comforts Jane.  When that mother coos at her and says everything is going to be okay, Jane finds herself believing it.

The parents of this child seem to be very concerned with how often it has been screaming. Each time Jane and the child start up again, the mother and the father check in on it with growing frustration. Jane watches on as they take the child in to a doctor to ensure there isn’t something physically wrong with it.

Jane begins to wonder how much control she may have over the child. And more importantly, whether or not this is actually happening. Perhaps, she thinks, she can use this odd connection to help her out of her current situation.

Something about this whole situation doesn’t quite add up. Even beyond the fact that the baby seems to respond to her emotions and actions. Even past how this room seemingly has no exit, or that Jane doesn’t remember anything prior to the moment she ended up in it.

For one thing, Jane hasn’t eaten or drank anything since she arrived here.