The Uncomfortable Room

The sun is silently setting down on the calm path of the cold west. The wind is flying around the leaves of every tree, whistling, filling the whole place with cool breeze. I am sitting alone in a closed and separated area of a wide room which is also a part of a long chain of rooms. From there, I am placidly resting, remembering all the good things that just happened that day. The area where I am at has a small window, white door, and a wet, tiled, floor. Outside where I am, is a wide space filled with brown, wooden armchairs that were scattered all around the place. The wall is coated with a white paint that was stained with dusts, mud, and ink. It is also vandalized with names, messages, and drawings that mostly seem to be done by ignorant people just to annoy someone or to be noticed. Two chalk boards were placed in front of the room, above it were three notifications written on a white bond paper. A framed picture of three known man is also noticeably hanging at the upper center of the room’s front wall. The room also has five clusters of dusty windows, and a grey metal door. The floor is roughly cemented while, the ceiling where three ceiling fans and six incandescent light bulbs were placed, is stained with raindrops and ravished by spider webs. The whole place is filled with silence as it seems to be watching the unimaginable beauty of the sunset, and waits for the dim light of the night. I stayed there the whole time, even after the day was over and the night had come.
An hour passed after the full setting of the sun. I am still sitting in silence in the closed, separate area of the room where I am at, until I heard footsteps from the outside. That sound catches my attention and distracted my peacefulness. The period of silence that I once used to appreciate is now crushed by the echoes of the squeaking sound of each step that is rapidly approaching my place. Because of the noise that is created by the steps, I can easily tell that there is more than one man walking along the alley of the long line of rooms. The event confused me since; it is unusual for people to stay at the place on the dark time of the day. The weird feeling frightened me as I tried to keep calm and quiet in my place so that, the peers won’t notice me as they pass through the room where I am at. Unfortunately, I failed to keep my stability. Due to the fear that is entering me, my whole body started to shake which then caused a wooden armchair beside me to vibrate as well. The vibration that I have made created a louder echoing sound than that of the footsteps which surely catches the attention of the men outside. I tried to hide myself as I heard the footsteps getting louder and rushing towards my place.
Not a minute had passed when I saw three men entered the room. It is such a good thing that I have already hid myself behind the door of the separate area of the wide room. To be aware of what is the three men doing; I peek through the space in between the door and the wall. They are all wearing similar outfits, a cream-colored polo for the top, black pants and black shoes for the bottom. They are all madly laughing as they move each chairs in a more disarranged manner. One of them stopped, picked a piece of chalk, and started to write on the board. I watch him as he write when I noticed that he’s writing a message for me. I felt more fear as I watch him writing, trying to tell me that they know where I am hiding. I quickly turned my head to the direction opposite them. And, when I looked back to continue watching, I was shocked when I saw that they’re already gazing back, giving me a grim smile. I felt fear more than before, and I decided to end my hiding and lock the door of the closed, separated area of the room where I used to hide.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps from outside my place slowly moving towards my direction until, in just an instance, it stopped and silence was regained to the place. Not long before the minute of silence, loud knocks on the door from the three men came. They’re all shouting, laughing, as they now punch and kick the door, trying hard to open it and reach me. I was so scared, I don’t know what to do except for closing my eyes and sit down on a corner not minding the wet floor. Like the sea on a stormy night, my body is now shaking and trembling tremendously. With extreme fear, I was so shocked and I shouted when the door gave up and opened, revealing me from the monstrous men. I looked up to the three men, crying, pleading them to do me no harm. They just laughed at me as one of them entered and looked at me with disgrace. He unzipped his pants and greedily used me. After the first man, the two men followed, abusing and torturing me, leaving me with dirt on almost all parts of me. I can no longer stand, nor move on my own feet. I'm stocked with this place of place of confinement that I used to enjoy but now shattered to bits of my horror. I stayed on the floor, tired and used as I looked at the three men leave with anticipation and big evil smiles on their faces while, I was left alone, miserable, and unable to stand, ravished, and completely abused. Days, weeks, months, and years have passed; I never left the room again and, until now, I am still on my filthy condition, never cleaned, never protected, always maltreated.