White

by Borogneir

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad, Slice of Life
Length: 1071

He hates white

White…

He hates white.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-19 21:30:42 UTC

Alone

Life.

What is life?

Silent Step didn’t know.

He wanted to find out.

He didn’t know how.

He was trapped.

Inside these walls of white.

Nothing to see and nothing to hear.

Complete silence.

Silent laid on his bed and thought.

“Is this really my part?”

He said to himself out loud.

“Of the destiny that is this world?”

He wanted to get out.

This walls were incredibly constraining.

It made him frustrated.

He sighed.

He couldn’t make a difference.

He had done nothing wrong.

He was still trapped.

He couldn’t understand.

His name wasn’t really Silent Step.

It was an idea.

An Identity.

A name he could feel at home with.

He liked his old name.

He couldn’t remember it though.

That made him sad.

He had found his family.

They had been unmoving.

Then the police ponies arrived.

They sent him to a big tree room.

They said he was guilty.

Of killing his family.

Silent rejected that statement as a lie.

They didn’t listen.

He was sent here.

To this incredibly constrained room.

He looked at the ceiling.

It was squared.

He counted the squares for the hundredth time.

There were exactly 64 tiles on the ceiling.

He already knew this.

He had counted multiple times.

They were white.

Everything in this room was white.

He made a face.

He was mad again.

He was still trapped in here.

Why?

He had done nothing wrong.

He had only found his family.

Why would he do something so horrible to his family?

They were the only ones who cared.

Everypony else had rejected him.

He was a loner.

He didn’t like other ponies.

They were a nuisance.

Not his family though.

They were useful.

They helped him.

He loved them.

Then they disappeared.

Why did they have to disappear?

Maybe it was a joke?

Who would joke about such a thing?

Even thinking about the possibility made Silent very angry.

There was a sound.

It caught Silent’s attention.

The small opening in the door opened.

In came a small tray.

It had food on it.

Incredibly boring food.

Silent still ate it.

It tasted like paper.

Silent knew this.

He had tasted paper once.

It wasn’t a pleasant experience.

He still needed the nourishment of food.

So he ate.

Even if he hated the food.

It kept him alive.

Silent was happy to still be able to draw breath.

The thought of his family not being able to made him choke on the food.

He couldn’t breathe.

He was grasping for air.

He couldn’t reach it.

He heard the door opening.

In came the weird scientist ponies.

They were infidels.

They weren’t as smart as Silent.

He knew this.

He had never failed a test of any sort.

Always getting the highest score.

And yet, he was the one inside this white room.

The infidels helped him get the food out of his throat.

Then they left.

Silent snarled at the door.

He stopped.

That wouldn’t lead to anything.

He had tried before.

He knew it was useless.

He finished his food.

He placed it back inside the small outcropping in the door.

The scientist ponies soon came to take it away.

He loved the small tray when it arrived in his room.

It was the only thing in his life that wasn’t the color white.

It lighted up his day.

Then it darkened when he had to give it away.

That grey platter.

So grey.

It looked dead.

It wasn’t white.

That was a good thing.

White was getting annoying.

He disliked white.

What happened?

This was certainly odd.

Had he fallen asleep?

No, it hadn’t felt like sleep.

Too empty.

Maybe...

Had he been drugged?

What purpose would that serve?

He wasn’t sure.

He tried opening his eyes.

He managed.

Something was off.

This was even more odd.

He was unable to see.

Where was he?

He didn’t know.

He tried standing.

It didn’t work.

Constraints were holding him in place.

He couldn’t move.

Was he even in his room anymore?

It seemed unlikely.

“He’s ready.”

What was that?

Someone just said something.

It didn’t sound good.

Silent didn’t like the voice.

It had malice within it.

It was angry.

It made Silent very scared.

He didn’t know what to do.

He tried to escape from his constraints.

It didn’t work.

“Calm down.”

Another voice.

This one was calmer.

It seemed...

Nice?

No.

No.

Certainly not.

It wasn’t a nice voice.

It was trying to sound nice.

Silent heard it.

There was something hidden.

Ill intent.

Silent could hear it even clearer as the voice came closer.

“We aren’t going to hurt you.”

Silent didn’t believe the voice.

“We are just going to take some tests.”

Silent didn’t like this.

He had always hated tests.

Even if he always did good on them.

He never failed on tests.

He still disliked them.

They were unneeded.

Useless.

“I’m Doctor Affliction, and I’m here to help you.”

Affliction?

That wasn’t a normal name.

Who would name their kid something like that?

Silent didn’t like it.

It seemed scary.

Just like the voice itself.

Why was he here?

He needed to ask.

He tried to ask the doctor.

He was unable to utter even a single word.

He only managed to whimper.

The doctor tsked.

“You won’t be able to complain.”

“I won’t allow you.”

Silent was scared.

He hated doctor Affliction.

He didn’t want to take these tests.

There was nothing he could do!

He fought against his constraints.

They held him in place.

They were strong.

He shouted out in rage.

Something poked him in the thigh.

What was this feeling?

He was...

Tired?

Yes.

Sleep seemed like a good idea.

He floated away into the white abyss of sleep.

He hated white.

He dreamed.

He saw his family.

They were happy.

He was happy.

They were on a plain of grass.

Grass as far as the eye could see.

It made him calm.

He sighed in relief.

This was perfect.

Just him and his family.

Relaxing and having fun.

Then something horrible occurred.

A storm appeared.

His family was blown away.

Silent started to cry.

He had lost his family.

For the second time.

He was ripped away.

Everything went white.

He hated white.

He opened his eyes.

He was back.

Back in his white square.

It was white.

So very white.

He hated white.