The Sea, Part 1

I Finally Climbed down.
Each rung brought me closer to blue.
There were eight rungs all the way to the bottom.
When I finally reached the bottom, there was no light but that of what shone through the ice up above.
My Boots scrapped on the metal floor, every step and adjustment made an echo throughout the ocean.
The room was all metal with thick plastic windows going all around the cube with the rungs leading down into the middle of the Lonely box.
I sat down on the floor and put my feet against the base of the window, resting my back against the ladder, staring deep out into the sea.
There was nothing out in the ocean, and it made for the ultimate blanket of loneliness.
The prison was hypnotizing, I leaned forward on my knees and took my glove off.
I put my hand on the window and felt the cold of the sea against my palm.
I hit my hand as hard as I could into the glass, sending a boom through the ocean water.
Nobody responded.
I called again with no answer
and again
and again
But no one ever came.
I sat in my new-found cell for hours, none of the others ever used the tube and I could no longer understand why, it was beautiful.
The Blue grew darker and darker, and the small tube grew colder and colder
After a while, I wasn't even looking at the ocean.
I was looking through it through space and time itself.
I was back at home in my youth, crossing the streets to get to the convenience store north of my house.
Remembering everything that I once held so close to my soul that was now so far away.
Thinking about things that I never thought mattered to me but were in fact all that I had, now gone.
Time will continue, I thought,
And I will remain none the wiser, Everyday I age, but in my mind I will always be a teenager walking those lonely streets.
I'll wake up one day and the bus will have left, and it won't come back.

Climbing out, I stood on the cold, snowy ice above the observation tunnel.
I looked back and saw the research building now had its lights on.
The room to the left of the entrance was dark with no light on inside.
Walking around the tunnel towards the entrance of the building felt as if I wasn't moving at all, just floating closer in the cold air.
I pulled open the big door and took my boots off and swapped into my normal sneakers.
I opened the second door and stepped into the long, warm hallway.
The Way was bright, and the carpet radiated a freshly cleaned smell.
I walked up to the door on the right and opened it and walked in.
I flipped the light switch on and walked to the edge of my bed and knelt down, feeling around under the bed, finally pulling out a small case.
Opening the case, I put my hand around the cool metal of the pistol.
I pulled back the slide, leaving perspiration marks on the metal, and stared at the bullet already in the chamber.
I let go, sending the slide back forward again, and I walked out of my room and crossed to the other door across the hall.
Opening the door, I saw the bed on the other side of the room, Marcus was laying on two stacked pillows reading a book.
I walked into the room and with two steps I was at the side of his bed.
I raised my arm and pointed the gun at him.
I pulled the trigger sending a round through the back of the book into his skull, the round came out on the left side of his temple sending blood all over the beautiful white wall.
Brain matter and blood covered the wall in a beautiful arch.
Death is so simple, I thought
He saw nothing and felt only happiness before he could process what actually happened, he was lost in his story never to come out.
Looking down the hallway I couldn't hear a thing, but I saw Richard's door open first, so I fired at the doorway seemingly sending him falling backwards as I heard a loud crash and then his door slammed.
I walked down the hallway and pushed open the canteen doors and put the gun down on one of the metal tables and sat with my back against the wall.
I heard the doors of the hall opening one by one, and I heard people talking and moving about, trying to figure out what had happened.
Megan burst into the canteen but stopped abruptly when she saw me sitting at the table.