Trapped in a Room

I'm sitting at the table, my head resting on my left bicep. My phone is resting on it's side, the clock staring at me. "4:17pm." it reads. I'm staring back, waiting for it to light up and buzz around in a slow, but loud, circle.

But nothing.

I hear the rattling of the air conditioning unit above me. I look up at it, at its square within a square within a square design. There's a small strand of string swaying back and forth, bouncing around from the cool breeze blowing out from it.
I look back at my phone, a minute has passed. I flick the bottom of it, sending it spinning in a full three-sixty, the clock facing me again. I look at the ripples on the glass table, the white splotches reflecting from it. I glance up at the white papers thumb tacked into the bulletin board above the table. The papers has meaningless dribble on them, but I've read them all a million times. I breathe in deeply and the hinges of the table legs squeak. The sound irritates me, so I sit up and lean back into my chair.
Above me hangs a ball, half cut, stuck inside of the ceiling. In its reflection I see the whole room; the three doors that don't open, me sitting on a black leather chair with wheels and arm rests, the glass table, the refrigerator, the wall of lockers, the sink, the trash can, and microwave. Everything I'd ever need to survive.
I look up at the fish-eye view of the room, all wrapped around, a distorted circle - showing everything. Nothing to be overlooked, everything in full vision. I watch the red blinking light from within the black, glass ball. It blinks, and I feel as though its telling me,
"You there. Stay put, everything you do is being watched. You'll be punished if you try anything."

I sit back down, my head on my bicep, back on the table.

I can hear indistinct chatter and ambient sounds: footsteps, the slamming of doors, the wish of wind, etc. The sounds are comforting at first, but after the first couple of hours the mind starts playing tricks on itself.
First, I think I hear the rattling, jiggle jangle of keys, about to open my door, but its nothing. Later, I could have sworn I heard someone call my name from beyond the walls of my tiny confinement. But all interaction is non-existent. No one has touched a wall or door, on either side, for the past five hours, but me. "4:19pm." The clock on my phone tells me.
It wasn't supposed to take this long, they said I'd only have to wait a few minutes and the experiment would begin. That's what they told me after I had waited in that god awful waiting room for forty five minutes, filling out encyclopedia sized stacks of information. Then the cute Asian girl brought me in this room, and said it'd only be a few minutes. Damn, college credit.
I start pulling at my eyebrow hairs, a restless habit. I bite my lip. I sit up, crack my neck, pace around a few times, sit back down and try to text someone.
No bars.
I sigh, and roll my head around on the headrest of the chair. I move the chair, back and forth, left to right, with my toes. I watching myself, in the distorted reflection of the ceiling ball. No doubt there's a camera inside, watching me watch myself. I stand up and start looking at the wall of lockers. I open each of the unlocked ones, and find nothing, expect a single blue pen. I sit back down.
I clean out my ears with the pen, rubbing the orange goop onto my jeans. I tap my foot against the VCT floor. I stand back up.
I knock on each of the three doors - nothing. I sit back down, rest my head on my bicep, look at my phone. "4:20pm." I flick it, it spins so that I can't see the clock anymore. I sit up and start tapping the blue pen on the table, until I can't take it anymore - I've got to get out of this room. I stand up and examine each of the doors.

There's no way I can pick a lock with a pen.

I can't carve my way out through the wall.
I decide to pop open the air conditioning unit and crawl through the air ducts, to the roof and climb down from there. Pretty straight forward and simple plan, unless of course I see a hallway or something, and can leave through a much safer means, a door. Its hard, at first, to open an air conditioning unit with just a pen, but I somehow made it work. Just as I popped it off, each of the squares fell onto the floor, like dominoes.
I slid the chair underneath the hole and climbed into the duct. I figured that since I'm right handed I should go down the right side of the duct. So I did. As I crawled my way through I saw a faint light some ways down, projected onto the top, or ceiling, of the duct. I crawled my way towards it and soon reached it. It was another opening, so I looked down into it.
There, below me, was the same room I was in, only there was someone else in there. They weren't moving, they were just lying reclined in the black leather chair, blood still dripping onto the tile floor from the wrists, the blue pen lying in the blood. I continued to crawl, and as I approached another light reflected onto the ceiling I heard screaming and shouting. When I got the the second hole I peeked through the square within a square lines and saw a man tearing the room apart. He was throwing things across the room, against the walls and doors, screaming at the top of his lungs. I didn't want to end up it that room with him, so I kept crawling.
By the time I reached the third ray of light reflected against the ceiling, I thought I had seen it all. But as I got there, and looked inside, I watched as a girl - with the blue pen in hand and her legs spread wide open - was masturbating. Her soft moans arousing me and turning me off at the same time, I would never look at a blue pen the same way ever again. I continued to crawl.
I thought I might have to turn back, until I reached another vent, that branched out from the main one I was on. It looked as though it went to the roof, I heard the whirling of fans. I crawled into that one, and soon was climbing up it, getting closer and closer to the light pouring in from above.
I jammed my pen into the fan, sending both the fan and the pen into pieces - shattering all around me. I climbed out of the air duct and onto the roof, the sun was shinning. I felt the cool breeze and heard the sounds of traffic and the murmur of voices below me. I got to my feet and patted myself off. I looked around the roof, and saw only a single door that most likely lead back into the building. I thought to myself,
"There's no way I'm going back into that building."
So I climbed into the edge of the roof, getting ready to climb down the side when I stopped. As I stood on the edge, I couldn't move. I extended my arm, and it stopped. I reached out to the sky in front of me, and it felt like a concrete wall. I tried to jump off the building but it felt like jumping into a brick wall, I fell back onto the roof.
I got to my feet and headed for the door. I opened it and headed down the stairs inside. As I descended I started to hear indistinct chatter and other "inside" sounds. I was afraid to completely descend, for fear of being discovered, but decided to do so regardless. I opened the door at the bottom of the staircase, beyond it was a great big room. Massive in size, with nothing but doors - about every forty feet - all throughout it. In front of each door was a giant speaker pointed at it, the sounds of indistinct chatter and the clatter of footsteps pouring out of them. I looked around for an exit, but couldn't distinguish any door from another, until I came across one without a speaker in front of it.
I ran over to it and opened the door, I saw a parking lot in front of me with cars moving in and out of it. A wave of relief swept through me, I had made it to the end. I let out a long sigh and stepped forward and was suddenly stopped. It felt like a brick wall and flickered when I hit it. It was like running into a giant television set.
I was trapped in a room, inside of a room, inside of a room, inside of a room, inside of a room...

-Sir Jestro