The White Room
Nobody could understand it.
Every person has said that at some point in their life, and Rex, was no different. But that was where the simularities between his problems and other's problems end. For most of his problems were not caused by random circumstance or even fate, but of the cruel malice that his family held for him since his birth as a frail child. Still to this day, did his mother blame him for the costly hardships of taking care of him in his infantcy.
Still worse, was his step-father whom he hated more than his pathetic life itself. A con man who begrudged him due to the attention, albeit negative, that his family constantly threw at him and so, he made it his mission to claim that Rex was mentally unstable. He went so far as to inflict injury upon himself to stage an incredibly believable show. And so, here Rex was, fresh from the Psych ward, with a handful of pills from their pharmacy.
He glanced down at them as he sat alone in his house, threw back his head, swallowed the entire perscription with a few gulps of water, and stared at the blank white walls of his tiny room. The cold chill from what he had done blanketed him, and for a moment he felt a frenzy of emotions fear, pain, sorrow, and hope.
"This," He mused, "is how it's suppose to end." Those pills were more than just his way out, but a symbol of his growing hate inside. He wanted to poison his family with these pills, but no matter how tortured he was... he was no murderer.
His senses started to dull with haste and his eyes began to blur, and he gasped fearfully as his body became weak, and weaker still. He could feel his heart slow down, his breathing a gentle and soft rythym, and for a final moment, he looked to that door. Perhaps, had his family came in, and showed their concern, their grief, their love! He could forgive them all!
The door was still.
His eyes slowly closed to the cold and uncaring family that he was soon to leave behind.And yet still he listened, still he HOPED, summoning every bit of his ebbing consciousness upon that point.
Not a sound echoed in the house... he drifted away from consciousness. In that last fleeting moment, he regretted it all...
Freshly eighteen, and slain on his birthday by his own hands...
Rex awoke in a room so cleanly white, he would think it to be flawless. With no exits except a solitary dark oak door just a few feet away from him. The rustling from it distracted him from it's oddness. He wanted to call out, but this place was nothing normal, and so he thought it better to side with caution then to--
Ever so briefly did he see a small nodule appear in the door, only to be pulled back.
He squinted his eyes and move cautiously forward.
A head protruded from the center of the door, but of what he had no clue... A long snout, and protruding from it was a variety of sharp teeth, merely grimacing at him. Two ears flattened against it's head, but of it's skin he could make out no feature for it only matched the dark oak of the door.
Once more it disappeared, after only moments of distorting the door.
His face turned pale and he collapsed upon the floor. "This can't be real!" He thought, and prayed.
He wheeled himself onto his back and stared in awestruck terror as once again the creature struggled with some great difficulty as though the mere thought of a solid object had never occurred to it. A strange feeling of familiarity with this creature overtook him, though he was QUITE sure he had never laid eyes upon such a strange and wild sight as this creature stuck, no less, in a door. A solid object, and yet seemed to have an almost liquid-like reactions to his struggles. Rippling with each flail, and each struggle to get free. It was not unlike a fly caught in the web of spider, and with that thought his eyes darted around the room, (after all, if this perversion of reality was possible, then there was no stretch to a spider.) and sighed audibly.
It's long pointy ear's perked up, and it looked blindly about from the door. The mouth (?) would move but say nothing, finally, the thing seemed to just look at him with resignation. It's hand extended in a gesture of peace, and a plea of mercy, as evident by his facial expression.
With great tripidation he extended his hand, and grasped the other. He positioned his feet to give him the most leverage and gave it a hard tug. With a sickening SPLOCH, the door let go with a shiver before returning to its... normal state of non-moving. However, Rex did not notice the door, no, his eyes were trained acutely upon the creature now on top of him.
Modestly clothed, it was no doubt, the dog of his youth, and perhaps his only companion and friend, till the day he 'disappeared', Ang--.
"E?" The doberman was straddling him, as he grasped his shoulders and shook him excitedly. "E!"
"A talking... You've got to be shitting me..." Rex grumbled.
".... E?" The doberman tilted his head slightly.
Rex put his hand to his chest. "R.e. x." He sounded out each letter.
The doberman rolled off of him, "I'm not stupid, fake E."
Rex promptly stood up, "Who is E?"
"E is you."
"But you just called me fake E."
"Because you are."
"MAKE SOME FUCKING SENSE!"
"I AM! LISTEN HARD."
Rex placed the palm of his hands upon his eyes and rubbed. "Explain to me then, slowly."
"E is you."
"Okay."
"I am you."
Rex shook his head, and only muttered for him to continue.
"Sego is you."
"So you're apart of me is what you're saying."
"No seperate, "
His head started to hurt. "So where is E, and Sego, and Who exactly are you?"
"I am Cid."
"Cid...?" He threw his hands up and looked up at the white ceiling. "REALLY?!"
Cid examined the ceiling closely. "Who.. are you talking to?"
"No one! Cid, what is the door for?"
"Well other than tormenting me, no clue, it just appeared and Sego and E went into it and I tried to followed. I saw E splinter, and Sego crying. Which is odd, because he never cries. Usually has that holier-than-thou-attitude if anything." Cid shrugged, "I'm not touching it again."
Rex examined the door making sure not to touch it, "Can you explain to me why you talked like a mad man earlier, and now you're speaking rather normal."
"Well, when E, Sego and I discuss things we talk in a short-hand of sort, where most of it is left to the other to speculate upon. E is particularly good at combining our arguements."
"Whatever!" Rex pointed to the door. "I'm going to touch the door, I expect if I get stuck for you to pull me out."
"Yes, but I might sit for awhile like you did."
Rex shook his head and grasped the cold metal handle, nothing happened. He started to turn his head only to have the doberman, er, Cid's maw peering over his shoulders. His firmly upon his shoulders.
"YOU! FAKE E! Explains it."
"Talk normal!"
"You are like E so you can go through and I can maybe go through." The looked at eachother and nodded in agreement.
Despite his lack of manners and perhaps lack of sanity, Cid was the closest thing to an ally that he had and in this place, and... well, he needed him for backup.
He twisted the door knob, and muttered "Down the rabbit hole..."
"What?"
"Nothing!" He threw open the door in a fit.
It revealed the trail of a lush forest landscape, and a dirt and stone road stretching out before them and in the distance, rising up above the trees was a large town. Rex looked to see that the door was only two feet off the ground, and was about to step through when Cid pulled him back.
"I thought you wanted to go through," He protested.
"Until I realized WHERE it went! This is an imagination that is being manifested, think! When have you seen this before?"
Rex gazed out over the land and poured through his memories from most recent to past. After some time of reflecting, he had the dreaded realization that it was from a game that he had so often longed to play but his parent's forbid him to play it, even though they partook in the game as well. "DnD."
"DnD?"
"My parent's used to play this every night, it's a game structured around a time period, my guess is medieval."
"Ooo. I take it if I step out there I get a sword."
"Or religious item, or magic Item. But that memory is so vague..."
"The minds of men are not meant to be pondered even by the Gods. What lies beyond will surprise you, more than ever that's behind you."
Rex rolled his eyes and sighed, "We know what you're gonna be." Again, Rex went to step out and was, again, pulled back.
"What the hell?! Let me step out already."
"Well, you know how in your dreams you can die and such?"
He looked back at the doberman, "Don't tell me...."
"Yep," He pointed out the door, "E normally prevents your body from thinking you're dying, who knows what could happen in this 'game'; you die-- might be 'game over'."
He looked out over the land, "Well, considering what I did to get here; I might already be dead."
"What?" Cid's tone turned frighteningly vulgar, "You selfish prick! We live here, too! Should've just killed your--"
"My parents?!" He whipped around and shoved Cid back, "It's you're fucking fault I did it. Making me want to kill my parents. The FUCK!" He raised his fist, and shook it threateningly. "Maybe if I wasn't so guilt ridden all the damn time about that and everything else I wouldn't be in this situation and the three of you could continue clusterfucking in here."
"If I had my way you'd have no guilt! Bring it up with Sego, that self-righteous bastard, tells E when to make you feel all guilty." His tone returned to normal and he sauntered to the door. "Though fucking E would be fun, Sego not so much." He glanced over Rex. "Might have to take advantage of this situation, would be wrong not to." He pushed Rex out of his way and jumped through and, upon touching the ground, promptly appeared some distance away on the dirt road.
"Great, apparently, a part of me is gay.." Then it really sunk in, "and wants to fuck me?" Again, he looked up into the sky, and whispered to himself, "This can't be happening." And jumped through.