Prompt: The Door

The prompt was this: a door is floating in the middle of the ocean.

I wrote this in the half hour break in class and never really proof read it so have fun. 

Time is relative when you’re falling through dimensions, but he figures it’s been about a week. He’s slept three times since this mess started, once on cliffs edge overlooking a burning forest, once in a dingy abandoned motel and most recently in an empty wine cellar where he was being held prisoner.

The psychopath had drug him out of the dark grimy room, strapped him to a table and pulled out a handsaw with the most demented expression he thinks he’s ever seen. Now he’s surrounded by salt water as far as the eye can see, clinging to a wooden door and there is something in his mouth.

He clings on tightly with one hand and lets the other come up to pull from his clenched teeth what proves to be a key card for the door he’s holding on to. He puts it back and slides off into the cold water so he can put the key in the door. It buzzes. He’d be surprised but he just can’t be anymore, not after what he’s seen, what he’s felt. Getting the door open is hard with the waves crashing into him, threatening to pull him away from his only lifeline. After slipping, almost losing the card and slipping again, he gets it open.

As he suspected there is a room in that door. This dimension is broken, shattered. Getting into the room proves just as hard has getting the door open has been. Eventually he gets a good hold on the molding and is able to pull himself up and in to the room. As he hauls himself in the sudden shift in gravity drags him down to the floor. His mind spins and his whole body shivers at the shocking change in temperature. When he glances back over his shoulder he sees the crashing wave that pushes the door closed behind him.  

He rolls onto his back breathless and dizzy. There are plastic stars on the ceiling, the kind that glow in the dark. Now that he considers it, he must be far, far away from the door he was floating on before because it was daylight there but it’s night now.

He’s in a child’s bedroom. A boys judging from the clothes piled on the floor. There are spaceships on the bed sheets and a mobile in the corner with multicolored planets. The walls are painted a deep blue with little dots of white in various sizes.

In the dim light of the spaceman night light he sees a little boy in the corner, huddled in a ball, shaking and afraid.

“Hey kid, you okay?”

The sobbing grows steadily louder, then the tiny voice breaks into silence.

“I’m not here to hurt you. How long have you been trapped here?”

The boy turns slowly, his skin is stretched thin across his face and his eyes are forced wide. His mouth splits open to reveal a wretched set of teeth.

He takes a half a second to spring into action, the nearby closet door is thrown open to reveal a peaceful forest clearing. The door swings closed behind him, muffling the earsplitting screech the creature lets out.