GREEN DOOR

My brain and ears were humming more and more at each other, as if they were on a bet.

The truth I learned and the unrealized consequences of it stuck like a spear in my heart, trying to dig deeper as I struggled.

He felt the warmth of the guttering blood in the small chambers of my heart, in the furthest reaches of my brain, which made me feel like I had nothing to do.

I was feeling the pain of this in my temples as the increasing humming was causing a hurricane in the middle of my brain.

Suddenly I got out of my prison and returned to real life with the tight hands shaking me.

"Anka! Come on!" His angry voice helped me recover, even if a little, I was not going to give up. Never

"Anka!" I spoke as I got rid of the strong fingers that still clench my arms like a vise and run my fingers through my hair.

"Okay, okay I'm fine." He shook his head. He was thinking of something.

"Come with me." As I walked down the aisle, I looked after him, and it was obvious from his walk that he was a soldier.

Hard, stumbling, rapid and seemingly unbreakable steps.

Then I ran and asked, trying to keep up with the pace.

"Where are we going?" He did not answer, I could not take on any more, he was a prisoner, he would not do anything to endanger himself, in this case I was not in danger.

I was trying to keep in mind the roads we passed.

103 steps, left, 68 steps, left, 82 steps, right ...

Then I saw the elevator-like structure at the end of the corridor.

I have to admit I'm glad because it was pretty scary here.

When we got on the elevator, I looked at the button that says 3 levels and I hoped we wouldn't be caught while the platform lifted us to the floor we wanted.

When we landed, we were back into those white corridors where I had my first nightmare.

I gathered my breath and looked at him like a hunter and looked through all the corridors that entered his frame.

It felt like he knew the place like the back of his palm.

I was coming one step behind when it started to move forward.

When we stopped in front of a gray door, we were very pleased and surprised that we did not meet anyone during the journey.

When he lowered the door handle, I glanced inside.

It was a relatively empty room, nothing but a black examination chair, bottles filled with the same color liquid lined up on a small wheeled operating table, and a monitor with wheels and cables hanging from the end.

He pointed to the seat and told me to sit down.

I sat down slowly and leaned on the monitor, pulled the monitor to the side of the chair, and when he glued the two adhesive wires to my temples, I turned my eyes to the monitor and saw my reflection on the pitch-black screen. He was scared, I was looking anxiously into my own eyes.

Then my gaze turned to him, drawing the pale red liquid into the syringe. He tapped his finger several times and turned to me;

"There's a few fluids mixed with LSD in it." Even hearing LSD was enough to stretch my nerves.

"These fluids will put you in a simulation and show us how much LSD has affected you." Pointing at the monitor, I asked in surprise as he finished his speech.

"Are you going to watch from there?" He asked suspiciously as his stern glance turned to the monitor and then to me.

"Is there a problem?" It shouldn't be suspicious. I spoke freely.

"None."

"Good. Now lean back." I leaned back, pulling my neck hair aside.

I grimaced when the scent of the alcoholic handkerchief filled my nose. I reminded myself that I hate alcohol.

When the cold wipe cleans my neck. When I felt the pointed tip of the syringe on my neck, I hurriedly looked at him.

He understood and spoke softly.

"Take it easy and listen to me, you'll soon faint." I nodded as my eyelids began to get heavy.

"Green door Phoenix." Gate?

"I want you to find that door." His voice grew deeper and deeper.

My eyes are closed. I let his voice drag me into the endless whirlpool, still echoing in my ears.

The green door ... I was going to find that door.

I woke up in a room as I stood and scanned the room with my eyes

'where am I'

The lamp hanging down from the ceiling only illuminates half of the room, not allowing me to see my feet.

There was something wrong in this room. How would I get out of here? There was no door!

When I felt my heart racing, I warned myself 'this is just part of the simulation' and I ran my fingers across the walls to find a way out.

It wasn't there, then I stood under the light bulb, held up my hand and pulled it out, the light bulb was still burning in my hand.

Then from where the light bulb was, the room split into thousands of pieces and rose to the sky.

My eyes turned to my hand when I realized that I could no longer feel the presence of the light bulb in my hand. It also crumbled and disappeared.

I looked around, I was in the middle of the desert, the clothes I was wearing were gone.

A bright green dress had replaced them, as if he wanted to remind me of the door.

I felt the scorching heat of the sand spreading from the soles of my feet to my body, then relax my body, which is no longer painful.

I quickly turned around with the hum behind me.

The storm ... it was approaching here fast, roll my back

I saw it when I gave it to a timbre and stepped forward.

It was there ... But I didn't want to go there. The door, glowing with all its strength, frightened me.

I was sure I didn't want it. The room glowed brighter, as if feeling it, and turned to a luminous green.

But I didn't even bother to look at it and turned around and ran towards the storm. The violent wind was blowing my skirt and hair, making me feel that it was strong enough to cut my feet off the ground.

As the storm took me in, I felt myself rising, my green dress flying towards the door.

As I got into the tornado, I rose, rose and rose into the air. Suddenly the gray weather started to get dark, and me to fall.

I fell on the hard ground. I got up quickly and felt around me, when the cold of the stone walls met with my palm, I pulled my hands when I looked up I saw the small white circle.

I think I'm in a well. I felt the wetness capturing my toes.

'simulation only, only'

My knees met the water, then my hips closed my eyes and leaned my back against the cold stone wall.

My shoulder and neck, even the wetness surrounding my chin couldn't move me I thought I had gills for a moment then I smiled, my whole body was under water, my hair was floating on the raised water.

I felt my lungs tightening. The water was just under my nose. I turned around, startled by the thing that hit the water.

Rope!

My brain wanted me to be saved, my heart challenged with all its might.

I closed my eyes . I let myself go deep into the water. I felt my hips meet the floor as I pulled my knees to myself and supported with my arms.

Ice filled water in my lungs. And my eyes darkened.

The water escaping from my mouth and nose found the aquarium in front of me as the hand grasping my neck pulled my head out, I tried to flutter, but the cruel hand on my neck did not allow it, and when it brought my head back to the water, I struggled.

I was hitting my palms on the surface of the water and trying to lift my head.

It was impossible.

The moment I felt its absence, I pushed the aquarium off the table and I was trying to recover my breath when it disappeared without falling to the ground.

My clothes were dry, as if it wasn't me who was just in the well.

My brain was playing tricks on me. I turned my head to the side as a familiar voice filled my ears.

" There . "

This ... this was me!

A dress like a white shroud and my face that is no different from it.

He was not looking at me, he was pointing stubbornly towards the other, looking in fascination and I looked where he was showing.

The green door ... Then I approached him, his lips seemed to need a drop of water, his eyes turned to bloodshot.

I lifted my hand and brought it closer to his cheek.

'GATE THERE AND RELEASE'

he was shouting. I ignored it, when I brought the outer surface of my fingers to my cheek, it disappeared, the presence of the barrel leaning on the back of my head made me laugh, I turned to him and leaned against my forehead, then I touched his finger on the trigger.

"Calm down. Hey! Calm down."

When I woke up quickly, I was out of breath and leaned back on the seat with the familiar voice of the owner of the fingers holding my shoulder. I closed my hands to my face.

"How was I?" He let out his breath and thought he was angry for not going to the door.

"I haven't seen anyone doing better until now. But why didn't you go to the door?"

"I… I didn't want to go." He didn't say anything and shook his head.

He turned the monitor to me and it was written 100% NEQUAM in red digital text and I wished it was not what I guessed.

He spoke in a solemn tone

"Ineffective ..."

"You are what they want." No. It can't be.

"Impossible. So this - this can't be me." She was looking at me, frowned. I understood. It was true. I was what they were looking for.

"So what do we do now?"

"Did you meet anyone in the cell?"

"Only doctors who came to me -"

"Say you killed them!"

"Was I supposed to kill ?!" she shook her head angrily as she walked towards the door, stopped her and asked where we were going.

"To complete what you left halfway through."