White walls. White floors. White
bed. White sheets. White jacket. White light. White curtains.
White, white, white. It was everywhere and her mind
simply couldn't take it anymore! People wondered why the insane that were
thrown in the asylum never got better. It was all the white! If you stared to
long things would appear, and if things appeared to you then you were insane.
If you were insane then you had to stay in the white room. Over and Over again
the cycle continued until you died.
She wouldn't stand for it. She'd be damned if she
stayed in this room any longer. Under her breath she vowed to be out of the
room by midnight.
She threw herself against the door screaming for them
to let her out, but it did her no good. She yelled until her throat was raw,
and she flung herself against the door until her body could take no more of the
violent collisions.
Her knees gave out from beneath her, and the girl's
frail form dropped to the floor. She looked around the room with her dull blue
eyes that danced with madness. If she stared at the walls long enough she could
see a faded pattern on them. Roses in full bloom, white like everything else in
the damned room.
"Painting the roses red. We're painting the
roses red...." The melody played in her head softly. In her mind she saw
small men in the shape of playing cards painting each of the white roses a
deep...blood..red...The Queen Of Hearts entering her minds eye screaming 'Off
with their heads!!' and the small white rabbit repeating it as he hopped along
oblivious to the fact that a blade was thrust into his skull.
"Musn't loose my head now..." The girl said
softly as she pushed herself up. "No, that would be dreadful...Dear
roses...We'll just have to paint you all red so as to make the queen
happy."
A sinister smile crossed the girls pale lips, and as
she began to violently attack the window she would sing 'Painting the roses
red' to herself. A nurse ran into the room, a syringe in her hand, but the girl
had expected this and within moments the nurse was out cold.
The thin patient shattered the syringe and picked up
the largest shard of glass. She dragged the jagged edge along her fair white
skin and watched as blood...no...Paint slid down her arms. Like a child
she flung her arms and hands up and began to paint the roses red. For she would
not loose her head.
11:55
The docter took one last look at his patient, and
then zipped up the body bag with a sigh. He stood and gazed around the room.
This had once been a beautiful room. The rug had been a soft pink color, and
the walls all white with stencled roses. There had been toys and stuffed
animals, and a small red desk where his young patient had drawn pictures
inspired by the Alice in Wonderland books. They were happy pictures with tea
parties and bunnies...Then the tea party table was abandoned...The rabbit had a
blade protruding from the back of its head.
The child had gone insane, convinced that
she was to murder them all. She had to kill them because they had stolen all
the tarts and left none for her.
So the walls were painted white, the toys and desk
removed, and a plain white carpet replacing the pink.
12:00
The room was empty and the girl was far from the
asylum.
And every one of the stenciled roses had returned,
full and blooming, dripping with paint so as to please the Queen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Very short story I wrote after reading Alice in Wonderland.
Reviews are appreciated.
