The Room- A Niam Fanfiction

Still laughing.

Everybody buy a partyhat because I reached the 200!

Best way to wake up at a schoolday where I have a very long stupid day!

Thank you sooo much.

I wanna buy you all a big chocolate cake and blow some candles.

Do you want whipped cream or not?

Hope you like this chapter!

This story is almost done guys, it's already longer then I meant it to be, but prepare for an end!

Maybe next chapter...

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I kick against the wall.

Right foot, left foot.
Right foot, left foot.
Right foot, left foot.

Puzzle.

Think of a puzzle.

What is 5629-989?

Ermm...

4640

Too easy.

I need more.

I need to think.

Think more.

My eyes flicker nervously around the room, searching for something.

More more more.

I run over to the wall the opposite of me, touch it, and run back.

My heart is beating nervously in my chest.

I breathe in and out, loudly, and start to spin.

Spinning in cirkles.

Can you spin in squares?

I start making weird movements.

No, I don't think spinning in squares is possible.

Somebody once told me everything is possible if you really want to.

Well, I really want to spin in squares, but it isn't possible.

No.

It isn't.

I stop and stand still, but I can't keep my eyes on one spot.

They keep flickering around the room.

Puzzles!

I need more puzzles!

More more more.

"Name all the prime numbers..."

I whisper slowly, while sitting down on the ground stiffly.

Lets think.

" Errmm...2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13...17, 19..."

I keep rambling on, naming all the numbers.

My lips are dry, and my throat is sore.

But I don't stop.

I need to go on.

Times flies by in the outside world, and in here nothing happens.

Nothing exept the numbers.

"1847, 1861, 1867, 1871...I think...1873, 1877, 1879, 1889, 1901.."

I've been doing this for a very long time already.

Trying to get all the numbers.

Everyday I try to name them all.

But I never come further then 9887.

It's like my brain just can't reach the next number.

"6673, 6679, 6689...6691, 6701...errmm...6703, 6709..."

I'm going faster and faster, my voice slowly dying out.

I don't even know if I'm talking anymore.

I can only feel the numbers in my head just going on and on.

"9173, 9181, 9187...wait a second...ermm...9199, 9203..."

I'm almost at the number where I always get stuck.

I can feel my heart beating in my chest, the adreline pumping through me.

I can feel everything starts to sweat.

"9859, 9871...9883, 9887..."

My voice stops, and my eyes stop moving.

I don't know.

What comes after 9887?

Why don't I know?

I start pulling at my hair.

It feels like my head is burning, trying to find the answer.

I need to know I need to know!

I can't leave this place.

This place in my head.

The place where the prime numbers only go 'till 9887.

No further.

Wait...

Isn't it...

9901?

Yes.

Yes it is!

I start to laugh.

It's 9901!

"IT'S 9901!" I scream, and I jump up.

I start running around the room, happily tracing my fingers on the wall.

"I GOT IT! I GOT THE NUMBER!"

I scream, and jump around happily, laughing loudly.

I need to remember.

I need to find a way to remember.

Write it down!

I look at the grey wall, and walk over to it.

9901

I look at my hand, and form it into a claw.

I set my dirty and long nails against the wall.

This needs to be written down.

Because I need to remember, forever...

I laugh maniacly, and start to scratch my nails down the wall.

There's nothing.

Not even one little line.

"No..." I whisper, and try it again.

The wall stays totally grey.

"No...no...no..."

I start talking louder and louder, panic rising in my chest.

How will I ever be able to remember?

I need to write it down.

I put more pressure on my fingernails, amd scratch the cold stone wall again.

A little light-grey line appears.

It's not big enough.

I need to see it.

Even more pressure is added to my claw-like hand, so much my fingertips start hurting.

I pull my hand downwards with a big force, and suddenly hear a weird sound.

I feel one of my fingers becoming warm, and I look at my hand.

My nail is ripped right to the middle of it, and red liguid starts seeping through the little crack..

Now when I look at it, it starts hurting, so I just look back at the grey wall again.

I place my 'claw' back on the stone, and do the same thing again, but with much more force.

I can feel my nails ripping and bleeding, but it doesn't matter.

I just need to place the number in the wall.

I need it.

My crimson blood seeps into the scratches on the wall, and I laugh.

It's working!

I do it over and over and over again.

I feel my nails ripping from my flesh, making prints on the wall.

I can feel them ripping totally until the beginning where the nail starts.

Ripping, pulling, scratching.

Flesh, blood, pain.

I see one of my nails totally removing itself from my finger, leaving a bloody mess behind.

I just laugh again, feeling the pain sting through my hand, through my arm, through my body.

Two bloody and curly 9's have formed on the wall, and I look at them proudly.

Blood drips down from the numbers, making trails on the wall.

It looks perfect.

Only two numbers and then I'm done.

I slowly start trailing a zero with my fingers.

I can feel dirt from the wall pricking into my flesh, sticking in my thick and sticky blood.

I just keep doing it.

It needs to be done.

I need to remember for forever and always.

9901

My fingers scratch against the wall.

I can see nails and blood laying on the floor, colouring my white shoes.

There's blood on my shirt too.

There's blood on my face.

There's blood on my jeans.

There's blood dripping down my arms.

Blood everywhere.

Suddenly I stop, and grinning, I take a step backwards.

'9901' stands on the wall, in dark red blood.

Still dripping down.

I grin widely, an laugh again.

Then I start to get light-headed.

I stumble around a little, still laughing.

I fall to the ground, still laughing.

And then I slip into a deep dark blackness...

...still laughing...