Literature
Chewing on Bullets
I awoke in a white room, darkened in intervals by the flickering neon bulbs dangling from the low ceiling. My muscles ached, and my eyes seemed unable to focus on anything for more than a second, so I closed them.
Maybe if I let myself drift off, I would find peace.
I rolled onto my side, panicking as the sensation of freefall washed over me for a moment or so before I felt myself crash into the floor.
I opened my eyes; I had fallen off the bed. The tile was cold, the thin white jumpsuit not offering any real warmth of comfort, so I forced myself up and let my eyes take in these new surroundings.
The room was empty, safe for the metal bed, w