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"Hello?" A voice asked, waking me up.

"Oh, yes? Sorry," I responded, pretending not to have just dozed off.

"Just sign here, and we'll be all set," That voice asked.

I set my gaze upon this voice, it was a business woman. Tall, brown hair tied in a bun. Very apparent lipstick, cheap suit, and brown boots. I soon remembered what was happening. This was the moment my life would finally change.

I had been poor for as long as I could remember. I was born from a prostitute and a rich man trying to let off some steam in a local club. This prostitute made it very clear that I wasn't supposed to be born and reminded me, every, day. Yelling, loud, I would close my eyes until I felt the edge of a broken beer bottle crashing on my head. I would open my eyes. Red. Next thing I know, it would be sheer pain. Not from the bottle, but the feeling that I didn't belong. This cycle would repeat every day, until I grew up and finally left the house. That prostitute was not my mother, that man was far from my father, and I was hardly a son. I lived in the slums, so naturally it was hard for me to escape. However I worked towards escaping these slums every day, scavenging the alleys for jobs like a starved wolf.

Eventually though, I met the man that knocked up that prostitute. Red. He sure was wealthy, expensive suit, expensive shoes, expensive everything. He was practically shining with money. I thought this was my chance to get my revenge, not for knocking up that prostitute, but because he forced me to be born into this cruel world. I stormed into his office, glared at him directly into his blue eyes. He offered to pay me so long as I keep my mouth shut, since it would be a future scandal for him. I took the money, and hid it away somewhere secure. The next day I walked back to his office, to which I was met with him in a conference. I barged in, and jumped onto a big table in the center of the conference room. I glared directly into his blue eyes, and ran towards him. I pulled out a knife from my pocket. Red. I was sentenced to 20 years in prison for murder, and decided it was for the best. At least in prison I could get free shelter and meals.

20 years later, I was released. I spent those 20 years in prison reflecting on my crime. I realized how I was mentally unstable back then, and killing that man wasn't the right decision, but the feeling of regret never left my side. Each day that passed of my life, when I had thought I was a changed man, the regret grew like a parasite. I urgently went to the spot where I hid away my money, and took it out the envelope. It was shiny alright, and you know what wasn't shiny? That man's company. Since he was the CEO, they had no direction of where to go so they filed for bankruptcy the year I was released, so I decided to buy their company.

Fast forward to the beginning of this story, and I'm in a room with the current CEO of the company, signing a contract that will grant me ownership of the company. This moment will change my life forever, hopefully I can finally feel like I belong somewhere. I sign the contract, and leave the building shining like that man, the previous CEO. I walk out the building, taking in everything. The green trees, the chirping sparrows, the calm breeze hailing from the nearby ocean, the clinking noises, and the pedestrians walking by. Wait, what are those noises? *Clink* *CLINK* *CLINK* The noises get exponentially louder, but that's not the only thing growing. The regret by my side can't leave me alone, and is bulging and pulsating. No one else around me reacts to this noise, so I decided to go towards it. I get closer, and see a phone bouncing up and down in between. In between the ground, that doesn't make sense. I decide to walk closer to confirm, and it is indeed moving in between the ground. The grass seems to be, consuming it almost. The regret builds, builds, and explodes. Red. All of a sudden I feel the ground beneath my feet vanish, and all I see is, nothing. I can't see anything, nor hear anything, nor feel anything. Well I can feel this phone, in fact I'm using it to write right now.

I guess the regret caught up, and consumed me, and now I'm being punished by whatever being is up there watching me. I'm being punished for thinking I could make something for myself after killing a man. After all I wasn't meant to be born in the first place. These thoughts are fertilized in this nothingness space, and start to grow like my regret. Eventually they started to consume me. I've lost track of time, and the clock on this phone seems to change randomly. I don't want to bother counting, as I've accepted I'll be stuck here forever. This is my punishment, and I must accept it. Trapped, in nothing, for eternity.

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