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The Room - Vince Wang

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I sat there in the dark, staring blankly at the firmly locked door. The sole bare light bulb in the room had just flickered out. All you could hear was the faint scraping of skin on skin as I rubbed my upper arms to keep myself warm. The blinds on the small window high up in the room near the ceiling were pulled tightly shut. It was nearly pitch black except for the slim line of light that peaked out from below the door where it didn’t quite meet the floor. The light spread over the bleached-white floor, slowly dispersing out until it just touched my bare toes as if taunting me with its connection to the outside world.

I dropped my head into my hands, leaning my elbows onto my thighs and closed my eyes. Time seemed to creep by. I could almost hear the maddening tick of a clock in my head.

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for my intro to fiction/poetry class

have to read this to my whole class tomorrow trollololol