I was walking in an alleyway when I come across a homeless man. The man was begging for money and was in what looked to be rags. I threw some coins in his cup that he left out but he did not seem pleased. The man got up from his spot and grabbed me. The man began to repeatedly punch me until I was knocked out. Blood was getting everywhere and I couldn’t tell if it was mine from being punched or the man’s from punching me. But soon enough I couldn’t see anything and everything was blurry.

I woke up in the middle of a white room. My head was still spinning and my heart was pounding. Where am I? I thought. I got up and looked around the room. There was no door in the room at all. I ran to the wall and banged on it as heard as I could, but nothing happened. I then began to punch over and over again until my knuckles started to bleed.

“Where am I!” I yelled out.

I could hear the echo of my voice repeated over and over again. I looked at my watch to look at the time. It was 11:30 am.

“That’s weird…”

The first time I looked at my watch which was when I saw the homeless guy, it was 2:46 pm. How fast was time going by here, or how long was I out for?

“I wish I was home.” I told myself.

But just then I was suddenly in my room. I felt loads of relief and I ran to my door which was next to my bed. I tried to open the door but as I reached my hand out to grab the doorknob, the door turned into pixels. My heart sank again, I then realized I was still in the room.

“I wish I was home!” I yelled.

The room turned into my living room. I ran to grab the doorknob to my front door but it also turned pixilated. What is this? I thought to myself.

“The room turns into whatever I say.” I told myself.

I then thought of an idea.

“Water!” I yelled.

A tall glass of water appeard in front of me. I ran to the water and tried to grab it, but the water wasn’t real either. Everything the room showed was an illusion, all of it was fake! I ran back to the wall and continued to punch it over and over again and again. My knuckles started to bleed again, but I just kept punching. Little did I know that I would never get out of that room.

I’ve been stuck in this room for what feels like days, but I know it’s probably been years. I cry myself to sleep at night, knowing I will soon die of starvation and dehydration. All I can do is sit here in this room and wonder what I did to deserve this torture.