“Professor, what exactly is this?”, Jessica walks over to the door, running her hands down the frame.
“This is your story, or rather, Nate's story”
Jessica jerks her hand away from the door, visibly repulsed. The professor chuckles slightly and advances towards the door. Nate, oblivious to the offense, prepares himself next to the door, just walking in place. “So then...”, Nate starts, “this room, is like a metaphor for my story?”
“More of an analogy Nate”, the professor pats his head, “but close enough”
The two students enter the room, followed by the professor who closes the door behind himself. Utter blackness. Nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, only the floor beneath them can be felt. Jessica is shaking, but in the darkness doesn't care to hide it, “Professor!”
“No need to be frightened Jessica”, the professor comforts her, putting his hand on her shoulder, “this is how all stories start out, in the dark” the professor leaves Jessica, and wandered deeper into the darkness, feeling around with his hands “now let's see if his the writing has any direction”
“What's taking you guys so long!” Nate shouts at them from what sounds a hundred yards away, “I thought you were supposed to be smart professor!”
“You wrote the story Nate, no one can understand this world better than you”, the professor's grasping hands finally find their way to a railing. “Come Jessica, I think I know where this story is going”
In the darkness, Jessica pulls herself forward, one hand on the railing, the other pointed in front of her to guard against any surprise walls that might jump out at her. She picks up the pace. The room smells of sweat, blood, and fart. Typical guy story she thinks to herself. She hates this place and wants to get through it as fast as possible. “Ouch!” Jessica had stubbed her toe on a half-submerged stone jutting out from the ground.
“I'm sorry Jessica, I really should have warned you about that. There's tons of those scattered about here.”
“Hurry up slowpokes!”, Nate bellowed from the other end of the room.
“It's not our fault you're story is riddled with grammatical errors slowing us down!”, Jessica huffed, “I mean really, he then run outside, REALLY?!”
“Get over it over it grammar Nazi” Nate laughed back at her.
“Both of you quit, and get back to the story”
Jessica does one of those closed mouth screams, and drops it.
The professor had let Jessica take the lead because he felt she was relying too much on him to get her through it all. Jessica could feel the flimsy railing guiding them start to wobble. It was even starting to rust away more and more as they walked.
“We're nearing the end Jessica”
She breathed a sigh of relief. After a few more steps, the railing brakes off in her hand, and she's standing next to Nate. She could actually make him out a little in the dark. She wasn't sure when it happened, but there was at least some light now, but she couldn't say where it was coming from.
“Alright. The end. Can we leave now?”
“Not so fast Jessica,” the professor had not stopped walking. He was now going off in all directions, feeling around the walls. “We still need to find the meaning, what the author was actually trying to tell us.”
Jessica let out a groan, an offense Nate was again oblivious to. She begins to mime the professor, feeling around the wall for some sort of 'switch', something that will bring a new light to the whole story, and see it for what it was meant to be seen as.
After about ten minutes of nothing, Jessica finds a light switch, and flips it. The room is now bathed in light, and strangely empty.
“I get it professor! There was no point! He's just a stupid boy writing a stupid boy story!”
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