Into oblivion

Round one

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As I walk along the stretched corridor I find myself following the patterns in the wood, the way each bit is carefully carved into perfection, the way certain parts loop around each other to carry on until the very end and yet even from the distance it draws me in as if I haven't had even the faintest bit of seeing enough. My walk isn't lonely though, I find myself accompanied by countless portraits of people I couldn't even begin to say I know. A person sits on a singular chair with who I'd like to think is his family, each have placed a hand on his shoulder while the little ones sit on top his lap. None smile however. That's the common factor in all of these, lips in a straight line as their eyes bore themselves into something to waste time as their image is frozen in history by paint. The dates etched into the golden frame begins to climb higher and higher until I'm left completely at a stop, just staring into a little boys eyes I know all too well.

Again, a man on a singular chair as his wife with a large rock on her finger places it on his right shoulder and a boy, who seemingly looks to have been forced to stand in front of his mother. Small family, and yet even then I couldn't possibly bring myself to actually mean the word as I say it in my very own head. Family, what a twisted joke. Nicholas looks right at me through the painted canvas and I wish I could stretch my hand, take his and pull him right out. Yet my hands sit beside me, the warmth of the house wrapping around my fingers as a small breeze passes by. My head turns a little as I take the three of them in, every feature of hers is nowhere to be found on Nicholas. I see now what he meant by when he said he took more after father. His mom's lips are thin, whilst his fathers sit full, just like Nicholas's. The mothers eyes swim in a grey sort of blue but his fathers are an undismissable deep green, the ones I always seem to find no matter where I look. Although his hair, his hair is the only thing they do stand to have in common it seems, not in the colour or the length but mainly in the way their curls seem to match without doubt. The deep brown that could pass as black is once again from his father, he's a copy of him.

I do wonder is he hates that part of himself, his curls I mean. He shouldn't and yet I want to ask him more than ever, that is if I were actually talking to him right now which I'm strictly not. I find my lips open to let a sigh pass through, the drama no matter how big or small it is just never leaves. I turn to my right finding even more stairs in this never ending house, everywhere I look there's either a door or more stairs, if not that then elevators. It never ends.

As I make my climb I step out of dark shadows these staircases have about them and instead into the natural light that pours itself from the high sun. Her shine manages to pierce through even the most thickest of Londons clouds and cast a warm glow to it all regardless. What kills my peace isn't at the fact that it looks to maybe rain in a second but at the mere small fact I'm surrounded by metal gates that stretch as high as this very mansion itself. I set my hands on the windows ledge as I press myself closer to the glass trying to see just how far it hugs around, all I get is a wild laugh from the fence itself and a big fuck you from the cameras as they both scream a 'you're never getting out'

"Great" I mutter as I continue with my walk higher up the stairs but I can't help but wonder if maybe I could in fact make it over that fence and whilst it is at least somewhat 15 feet tall I think if I can just plan smartly, I just might be able to get out after all. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I reach the top of the steps, it's like a punch to the stomach as a ring with boxing equipment fill the entire space.

"Hey, you blondie" I follow the voice to my right turning to it finding a guy peeking his head out of a room, he motions for me to come over but I hesitate "I don't bite c'mon"

With curiosity already taking over me today I make my way over to where I'm met with three more guys in the room. They all stop laughing once they see me and I wont lie, it's honestly funny how serious they've all become suddenly "I'm Harry and this is-" he points to a guy opposite side of him. He's definitely tall with the length of his legs, his dark brown skin followed by the black braids that falls slightly over his face, he looks maybe in his thirties