The Room

This is my first attempt at fiction in 10+ years. Please be gentle.

Listening to the slow tick of the clock coming from behind him, he realized that he didn't have the time for this. The colors fading from his peripheral vision emphasized how important it was for him to escape from this place, but leaving was the least of his worries now. He couldn't remember why he was here in the first place. He drifted back...

It was dawn. The alarm sounding out over the room like the angry electronic voice of god, him reaching to silence it only to be foiled by the distance and having to get up to turn it off. A hiss as the shower started to heat even as he was stripping the remnants of clothing off his body from the night prior. The electronic hum of the empty room he stood in drying off. The cold thoughts that kept drifting closer to the front of his mind.

On his knees now, clutching at his face he tried to go back, tried to remember just how he had ended up in this position, but it was getting harder to think, harder to remember

Her face. It reminded him of someone he had known long ago. Green eyes, so green and deep that he could lose himself in the forest of her mind, a slight tug at the right side of her mouth when she spoke, the almost forgotten aroma that she exuded from the pores on her skin, it was like a waking memory that he had never wanted to remember. He couldn't help himself flirting back with her, however, it was like she knew exactly what he needed to hear, what he needed to feel, right then. The sound of her voice...

He could hear something. Something different. Something that wasn't right. Opening his eyes, he immediately noticed the world was wrong. Shimmering through the blankness that he was seeing spread more and more throughout his vision. The room he was in... The room was shifted somehow, as if put together without care or thought to size and demensions. And there was something else... The room was

Full. He hadn't noticed it, so intently he was watching what was occuring in front of him, but the room had silently filled in the meantime. The girl with the green eyes sitting by him stroked his arm, and directed his gaze back forward. He had decided to come with her, to see what this event she had alluded to in the bar was. But now that he was here, he started filling with a sense of unease. The event playing out in front of him seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen it before somewhere in the distant past of his memories. He looked around the room to try and see if he'd been here before when he noticed

The clock had stopped. The noise coming from around him had turned from a slightly audible hum to a roar of unknown proportions. Tearing his hands from his head and forcing himself to look, he noticed the room had filled between his last glance only a moment ago and his present. The green eyes that peered through the shimmer from the front of the crowd seemed empty... and hungry...