The White Room of Darkness

As Bart concentrated on his right arm just above the elbow, which he could not see, he started to notice that the color was softly changing from the pure white to a soft yellow and then to a soft warm orange. The warmth he felt began to get hotter and hotter as he witnessed an opening of sorts within the area of the pain he had experienced before.

“What?” he said out loud as he felt his gaze being drawn in deeper and deeper until it looked as if he were staring down into a bright-orange sinkhole, there within his arm, which he still could not see. The burning sensation was getting worse, and suddenly he remembered the pain, he had experienced outside of this white room.

Next thing he knew, Bart was standing on the edge of this hole of heat. He could see himself wearing the very best of clothes with fine white linen slacks, which were billowing around his legs. He had on a pair of expensive patent-leather shoes, a very expensive and fine-quality leather belt around the waist of his slacks, complete with a buckle of solid gold. His shirt was pure silk, and on his wrist, he wore a very expensive gold Rolex watch. His hands were on his hips, and with his head thrown back, he was laughing at the world. He looked down into the hole once more and could now see people, millions upon millions of people all flailing around, their hands reaching up to him, begging him to help them get out of that place. Looking even closer, he could see that the bright-orange colors were like molten lava that was burning everything and everyone it touched. Then he could hear screams, moaning and groaning amongst the anger towards God.

Bart suddenly saw someone he knew. It had been the first grown woman that he had spent time with. He grinned at the recollection that she had been his first of many women who had thrown themselves at him for his money, toys and sex. She was crying out, begging Bart to get her out of this place, but he only responded with even more laughter.

Suddenly her hand shot up out of the top of the hole and grabbed hold of Bart’s left ankle, causing his fine linen slacks to instantly burn away where she had grabbed him.

“Ahhhhh!” Bart screamed out at the hot burning fire in his left ankle. He fell to the ground as the woman tried to pull herself up out of the hole, all the while dragging Bart closer and closer to the edge.

“Let go of me!” Bart was shouting and screaming as he felt himself being drawn closer and closer to the edge. He was desperately trying to find something to grab hold of that would stop him from sliding towards the fiery hole.

As he was dragged closer and closer to the edge of the hole, Bart could not only hear the screams, moans and groans of millions if not billions of people all struggling within their torment, but he could also feel the tremendous heat coming up from within the hole as well.

Frantically he was clawing at the ground, but then realizing that there was absolutely nothing to grab hold of that would stop him, Bart rolled over on his back and began to kick the woman’s head as it began to come up out of the hole beneath her.

“Nooooo!” she screamed. “Don’t make me go back. Save me, Bart, for the love of God save me.”

Her cries and screams were so loud now that they were ringing in Bart’s ears, but he still kept on kicking and kicking until he felt his legs clear the edge of the hole and he began to tilt downward. Just as he began to slide into the hole, he kicked one last time and the woman let go.

As she fell back into the hole, she was screaming all the way down.

“Save me, Bart … Please save me from this place … Bart, save meeeeeeeee!” he heard until her voice was drowned out in the billions of other cries, screams and pleadings.