At first there was music. It echoed inside the white room before screams and shouting assaulted Lily's senses. She opened her mouth to say something but no words came from her mouth. She clutched her throat, desperately trying to scream, yet it was futile.
She stumbled, her limbs turning weak. "What was happening?" she asked herself as her gaze became hazy. She eyed the door a few feet away from her. She needed to leave this place. Lily started crawling. Her body felt weak yet she persisted. Then she froze.
She could smell the rustic smell of blood before she could even see it. Her eyes roamed around the room, and there it was. A small drop of red in the corner of the room. Then she heard the sound of liquid dripping. She eyed the ceiling and trembled when she realized that the once white ceiling had now turned into a puddle of red.
