Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster

Awakened in a white and black bed, in a white and black room, while wearing white and black clothes. A boy, aged about ten years with fair skin, black hair and black eyes. He sits up, fumbling carefully with the white blanket draped upon him. He turned his head to the left wall which was closest to him, and sees a painting of a gray flower. Then turning towards the right he sees a white wall with a black door. He doesn’t move from his spot. Not now, it just didn’t feel right. He’ll do it when the timing is right.
Until something heavy pressing against his legs alarmed him. He nearly jumps upon seeing what was there, which was a living creature sporting snow white fur. Pondering on the thought of why the small creature was present, he simply …show more content…
You’re getting closer. You’re getting closer. You’re getting closer. You’re getting closer.” The White Rabbit said. The White Rabbit was not in sight, though, as it was only talking to Dart in his head, which actually caused severe pain to him. It rung in his head, a sharp stinging that would not go away. Dart clutched his head tightly, wishing the pain would go away. He lied on the ground, closing his eyes and struggling for what seemed like forever.
“The Badman is coming. The Badman is coming. The Badman is coming. The Badman is coming. The Badman is coming. Run, Dart, run.” Dart was barely listening, he was overwhelmed too much, but he nodded slightly in response to the voice in his head. In pain, Dart stood up and walked towards the nearest place in the room.
It was a black kitchen counter, indicating that the room Dart was in was a kitchen. Dart clawed his blunt nails into the black slate, ruining the surface with weak scratches. There was an object near him, but he couldn’t make out what it was. Even so, he reached out for it, clasping it tightly in his left hand. It was heavy, judging by the weight, but he didn’t have time to check it out because he was then …show more content…
The White Rabbit didn’t seemed fazed from the impact, as it continued on rambling the same sentence over and over. Small streams of blood was dripping onto the ground because of the head injury the White Rabbit then possessed. Dart furrowed his brows, not happy with the result. He stood up, still gripping the neck of the White Rabbit. With a quick movement, Dart hurled the White Rabbit across the kitchen. The White Rabbit hit the wall with a loud thud, then sliding down onto the ground. The words spilling out of its mouth halted, only to be replaced by rhythmic spasming of its limbs. Dart walked over and crouched next to the White Rabbit, still not satisfied. He drew up his knife, and decapitated the creature, blood splattering and pooling around. Dart smiled proudly, tossing the head to the side, then striding to the door that was left ignored and opened it,