A Realization

I slowly walked down the hallway towards the painted white door, my empty stomach full of static anticipation. The building was filled with thousands of other doors of various shape and color, some extravagant, and some, like mine, were bleak. And due to the Quarter Master saying that every room will be an exact representation of who the occupant is, I felt numb with the realization of my normality.

I heard some other older boys talking about their rooms, and most of them sounded decent enough. Though the professors mentioned that we shouldn’t be expecting it to be perfect, because nobody is. I really wished I didn’t hear that.

I felt an icy sweat coat the back of my neck as I rested my hand on the handle. It’ll be alright, I told myself, it’ll be just like all of the other boys room, maybe a few additional objects, but it’ll be fine.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. There was a moment where I couldn’t think properly, but then a cold stillness filled my chest at the sight before me.

The walls and floor were a deep black, and the windows were tainted. The colorings way have disturbed me slightly, but the contents of the room was what made me stop.

It was empty. Everything was gone. Or maybe wasn’t there in the first place.

I am nobody.

I should feel sad, but I don’t.

I. F e e l. N o t h i n g.