Phantasmagoria

         I opened my eyes and beheld the metallic glimmer of the walls around me, waves passing through them, flooding my ears with the sound of thunder. This room filled my mind with questions, “What are these walls? What is this excruciating reverberation in my head?”
         Tinfoil… The answer came from nowhere, yet I knew it to be true. I lifted myself from the ground and began to search for a door out of this place, the pain in my ears seemed to echo.
         I scaled the walls with my vision… no door. I had to escape before my head spun from my body and exploded, I had to kill this noise.
         I panicked. I ran to the wall and my fists soon began to bite into the foil. Piece after piece, rip after rip, and the wall continued to scream at me. I gave up hope and dropped to my knees.
         I sobbed for a moment, and looked to the wall in anger. My expression snapped to fear in an incalculably short amount of time.
From one of my punch-holes in the wall, a pair of eyes stared at me and communicated a sense of hopelessness with some sort of ethereal precision. I blinked, and in that time, the eyes leapt from the wall and into my mind; into me.
         Without warning I was falling. Falling and being screamed at by the extra set of eyes in my head. The thunderous waves were gone, but that was of no consolation with my thoughts intruded upon by a benevolent pair of eyes.
         “DIE!” The eyes screamed in unison with gravity as it flattened me against the floor.
         “Uuuuugh,” I moaned, rolled over in my bed, and reached for the alarm clock. “I hate getting up for school.”