Alright, I'll do it! ;D This all has been thought up on the spot so please ignore all grammatical and spelling errors, k? Thanks! Oh, and /../ means thoughts.
She sat on her unmade bed, staring absently at the blank, white walls. /
They wouldn't get her here, oh no. They couldn't find her here. This was her place, her room. They could never get her... here/
Her eyes flicked from the shade drawn over the window to the triple bolted door. /No lights, they might see. Can't let them see you, no! Never let
them see you! What horibble things they might do.../
She shook her head, her greasy, stringy hair lightly whipping her face, and slowly crawled off of the bed. /No fast movements now.../ Standing in the center of the room, she glanced at her surroundings. Food hidden inside the wardrobe /They might find it and poison it otherwise/, dozens of cases of bottled water stood stacked in a corner /The tap water's all been tampered with!/, her clothes in a pile from when she yanked it all out of the wardrobe. Not that she needed it. /I always wear the same clothes,/ She cackled slightly. /
They might have put some kind of tactile poison on it! And it all had been washed in
tap water anyway! Tap water can't be trusted!/
Slinking slightly, she walked to the bathroom door. She had been comforted by the thought that she would never have to leave to go to the bathroom. /To many opportunities for
them otherwise!/ Her eyes darted wildly in her head at the mere thought. She got a cup and, careful to not let any touch her skin, filled it with water. /Not to drink... never drink that, never use that, it's been tampered with!/ She then slunk over to where her plants grew.
She ducked and slowly reached out her arm. It was terrifying to be this close to the window but she had to. She knew that one day her supply of ramen, canned goods and all things non-refridgerated would run out. And so she grew plants. Edible plants. Flats of carrots, radishes, herbs and other smaller types of plants, pots of tomatoes and larger vegetables, and many small potted fruit and nut trees sat against the wall by the window.
Not only did they provide her food but she had her own oxygen! /
They tried to poison my air! I know they did! But I foiled them. Yes, I foiled them!/ She cackled again, thinking of her triumph.
A sudden knock on the door broke her from her musing and flooded her mind with panic. /Did they find me? Can they get in!!! No! They musn't get in!!!/
"Honey, won't you come out yet? You've been in there over a month..." A worried female voice sounded in the stillness. "Please, won't you come out? Speak to me!"
Utter silence was her reply as she cowered on the floor. /Maybe if they think I'm not here, they'll go away.../ She listened anxiously, almost painfully, as the speaker waited and, finally, walked away.
She sat completely still on the floor at least half an hour before she relaxed. /Gone, they're gone. Knew that'd work.../ She went back to watering her plants, lost, alone,
trapped within her thoughts of shadows, poison, food, hiding, and
them.P.S. This was about a paranoid person in a room. If you couldn't tell.
As for
why I thought of this in response to the challenge, I don't know. Just seems a
much milder form of this is what I got through some days and I thought I'd write it out.