White Room Descriptive Writing

I woke up in a white room. The petite area had some kind of brown stain running from the ceiling to the floor in one spot and a weird looking pipe on the other side. The lights were bright and the space was very plain. A toilet stood in the corner of the room with a sink beside it. I was lying on a mattress that was very aged, and a blanket that was all but falling apart. Needless to say, the room reminded me of the one from the movie Saw. As I leaned up slowly, I felt a throb in the back of my head. I winced and grabbed the back of my neck. I had a knot the rose out of the back of my head along with a few bruises covering my legs and arms. Everything in the room seemed to be horrible and tattered except for the colorful flowers sitting on the floor beside me. I scanned them multiple times wondering who or what put them there and for what reason. I timidly …show more content…
The smirk was obvious behind his ski mask. Mr. Walked held his hand up catching the unknown man’s attention. His grip on his weapon shifted, and his finger moved to the trigger. “Please, don’t hurt her or any of the kids. Do the right thing. Put the gun down,” Mr. Walker pleaded “Oh my what a good idea! Quite marvelous I must say, but I’m here on a mission. Therefore, I’m not leaving here without her.” He pointed his unoccupied hand at me. He directed his handgun at Mr. Walker’s leg and pulled the trigger. Mr. Walker yelled in pain. The gunman walked to me, raised the butt of his gun in the air and it came down on the back of my head. Then all I saw was black.
I began to cry at the memory. I looked up and noticed the small camera in the corner of the room by the door to this dreadful place. A knock came to the door and I jumped. He, whoever he was, walked in. He carried a plate of food in his hand and a bottle of water under his arm. I quickly scrambled to the farthest corner from him. He still had his mask on but he wasn’t in all black