The Captain's Short Story: The White Room

One, Two In a glance, the room was hospital clean and from floor to ceiling it was drenched in white. White walls, white tiles, white window sills, white towels, white soap, and two white sinks. One, two right in a row against the far wall. Above the sinks were two mirrors. One, two, but it wasn’t so. The left mirror was smashed into a spider web of pieces. They lay neglected on the white tile, speckled with a fine red mist, reflecting the white ceiling above. The room seemed to expand. The white playing a trick on the eye. Two steps in and to the left was a white door, open and full of blinding disembodied white flashes from cameras. Every case had to be documented. This was the third in the past two months. Rates were rising. The public would be asking questions. The captain would want solutions. The parents and brother would have to be called in from their vacation early. There would need to be a press release. A lot of anger would flow, a lot of confusion, a lot of pain, and sorrow, and regret and nostalgia for things unsaid. The crowd cleared as reporters …show more content…
Her eyes were riddled with running mascara; they were glazed and dead, looking absently at the white tile wall in front of her. Her arms lay on each arm of the tub in a sort of display. She looked as though she was opening up. Ready to embrace the next life. Her jaw lay slack, slightly ajar, her head turned at a small angle. The tub was only filled up about a foot. She wore a black bathing suit that contrasted with the light red water. Her wrists had two cuts each. One, two. One, two. Quick, efficient and no room for second thoughts. Palms were faced up and the streams of blood were still draining slowly onto the white tile. Red spots danced about on the floor and drips swirled into the water. The crimson hue caused a juxtaposition against her snow white