Scene I.

The hotel.

I find myself in some sort of hotel complex, that I don’t recognise, looking at myself in the mirror. My room is well furnished, there’s black marble, a white sink, red towels and black sheets, but it all seems to have a grim and depressing air about it, giving off an unsettling vibe. I’m maybe 10 years older than I am now, with shoulder length hair, a black suit, and white shirt. I look good. I wash my face, dry, and take a last look at myself before leaving.

The corridors have an even more gloomy feel to them, with blood red carpets and dirty, sort of, cream coloured walls, dimly lit, by old, cobweb covered, dusty, yellowish lamps, that stood upon the vintage looking chests of drawers, that lined the hallway. I walk through the empty place in silence, noticing there are lot’s of doors that all look the same. I meet with the younger of my two sisters, she’s dressed up in blue, her favourite colour, she makes a smile, says something I don’t even hear, laughs a little, and then we leave the building. It’s pitch black outside, and starting to rain. We find our cousins in a crimson coloured car, get in and start being driven to their house.

Scene II.

My place.

I don’t say a word to anybody, until, I remember I need to go back to “my place”, my aunt promptly drops me off at another unrecognisable, hotel-like building. I go in, the place seems abandoned, and has a pale colour theme, with dirty white’s and yellow’s. I find my apartment and let myself in. The place is almost bare, and what’s there is broken or damaged, the bed has no mattress, and random objects, litter the floor, but I knew it was like this. I ignore everything and focus on finding whatever it was I’d left behind. Scrambling around the mess of objects beneath the bed, I start to panic that it’s not there, because it’s not there, I’m sweating. I get a call on my mobile, saying I have a new job at 10 AM the next day, I leave the room as everything starts getting darker, the once brightly lit room, now dark as night.

Scene III.

Blackout.

I storm from the building and leave to find my mother. She’s at one of her friends’ houses, it’s a nice, fairly standard, pretty homely and spacious house, I find them laughing and joking in the dining room, they too, are dressed up, why is everyone dressed up? the thought doesn’t even cross my mind. My youngest sister is there again, she starts talking, then hands me a knuckle duster, because she knew I would like it. I put it over my right hand’s fingers and move them around, to get a feel for it. As I admire the piece, my sister smiles, then walks into the other room to join my mother and her friend.

I then realise that the brass knuckles are in fact, so tight on my fingers, that they’ve gone red and are swelling up, painfully, I can’t move, for some reason, so I call out, but no one can hear me. The next thing I know, I’m waking up on the floor in the lounge, completely naked, I’d somehow managed to lose my clothes and black out, without anyone noticing. The house now has more friends of the owners around, so I hide around the corner of the kitchen, until I can get the owners attention, she finds my clothes, I get dressed, I feel a little embarrassed about the awkwardness of the situation, as I’d left my clothes around the kitchen somehow, and couldn’t really explain what had even happened.

Scene IIII.

Grey.

I leave with my mother and sister, and the next thing I know, we’re walking through a grey town, everything is grey, the sky, road, buildings, everything, and it’s raining too, but nobody seems to notice our entirely grim surroundings. I look at the time and realise I’m late for the new job. All I can say, is that I’m late, before sprinting off down the road.

Scene V.

Red.

I meet with a friend, and we go into a dangerous part of an unfamiliar town. My friend tries to talk our way past the thugs, on look-out, outside a smashed up, old warehouse-type building. The leader of this group works under the guy who had offered me the job, and because I was late, wouldn’t let us in to see him. I pull out a tatty white piece of card, that has a sentence written on it in thick black marker, something that must have been a pass-phrase to get in, I read it, but it just makes him even more furious, he implies my friend and I are dead.

He walks away with an angry stride, as I try telling him to just “get Mike”, mike was a guy, higher than this guy, but lower than my boss, who I knew would listen to reason, but this guy wouldn’t listen to me. I keep up with him as we walk through, what seems to be, a nicer part of town. The sky is blue, the buildings are new, there’s a water fountain, normal looking public, going about their days. My friend is left behind.

We get to the top of a large flight of stone steps, when he tells me again, that I’m a fucking dead man, he then shakes with anger and is seconds from sprinting off, and somehow I knew I wouldn’t catch him. So I punch him square in the face, throw him down to the ground, smashing his head on the concrete, and with blind fury, go on to kick and stomp on his head and chest, for minutes, oblivious to the blood spraying me from head to toe, even after he’d long been dead.

My friend finally catches up to me and sees what I’ve done, we need to get rid of the body, and explain this to the boss somehow.