My eyes dart around the white room. Its blank, bleak, boring walls, suffocate me, consume me. My head bangs onto the table. The walls turn green. That's better. Again. My head slams back onto the smooth surface of the table. I begin to keel over. The walls become a darker shade. Amazing. One more time. I feel hot liquid dribble down over my eye and slowly run down my cheek and off my face as it lands on the white table in front of me. "Red," I whisper, as if the sound of my voice will remove the beauty that lays before me. I stare intently at the flow of red covering all the white, until everything turns black.