The white wallpaper is hideous in this dark room. The boy spends hours staring at it. On a squishy bed he laid with pillows and a nice comforter. Toys and notebooks where he could play, yet he touches nothing.
The wallpaper seems to be taunting him. Saying that he's a brat for not being appreciative of what he has in this very room. The wallpaper doesn't like the boy and he doesn't like it either.
He shields himself with the pillows on his bed. The boy's back pressed against the headboard as he stares at the door. He waits and waits. The boy messes with the bandages on his arms but doesn't take them off.
He lays down. The silence of the room chokes him as he tries to steady his breathing. He grips the sheets tightly as he moves the long, curly hair out of his face. He looks at the wallpaper again. With a shaky, deep exhale he looks at the nightstand briefly. No clock. He didn't know how old he was.
The ugly white wallpaper. He could see shadows and it scared him. He could hear the screams of other child and that's when he shut down completely. His dull lifeless eyes closed as he started to cry. The boy was so quiet. The wallpaper was quiet too.
The only light in his room came from the little gap underneath the door. The gap where he could see the shadows of shoes and little feet walking past the door. He stared at it. The wallpaper stared at him and smiled.
The boy sat up as he heard a splatter. His mouth agaped, he didn't move from his spot from the bed. He heard the man talking.
The man loved the boy and the boy knew that. The man said he was special, the man said he was pure, and the man said he didn't have the wretched disease. The boy was scared of the man.
When the man ripped him apart, he always smiled at him. The man always said soft words to him in his presence. He even took his mask off. The man always said he didn't deserve to be in the boy's presence, but how could he stay away.
The wallpaper repeated the soft words when the boy returned to his room.
The man said his blood held everything pure.
The boy was terrified of the man.
The door opened and the boy flinched. He backed up into the head the bed with his arms hugging his body in a protective manner.
The man held out his hand and the boy already knew he was smiling. The boy stood up without complaint and walked over with his bare feet and skinny legs. The man held his hand.
The wallpaper shrieked and exploded with laughter that the boy could hear as they walked away.
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