The Deeper Down We Go.

Chapter 1 - Mark

"Hello! My name is Mark. I suppose that's all the information I have been given. All my memory has been erased, and I didn't even remember my own name. "He" told me it was "Mark", not sure if he lied, or if it's true. But it is not that bad actually. Now that I really think about it, not sure how I even managed to end up in this place. But I do remember seeing colours. There was a lot of them, I was in a rainbow tunnel sliding somewhere deep down. It dropped me from the celling and I fell on my ass. Ouch. But that's not the point. I'm not exactly sure how long I have been in this place either. This place looks dead anyway. Everywhere I go there is always a hall that leads up to the same room. The same exact space where I fell from, weird part is that there is no hole in the celling. Like it has never been there. There is nothing odd about this place, everything looks the same. It's like a never ending maze. I tried going different directions trying to get out, but it has always lead me to the same wooden chair. It sickens me. But... there is this one suspicious corner that always got me wondering. Normally anywhere and everywhere there are lamps on the celling being made so there wouldn't be any dark corners. But after so much time I discoverred that one of the lights flicker. The paint in the corner sucks, I tried pushing the wall, hitting it. Nothing happened. It only left white paint on my hands which usually is hard to get off. The paint is never dry. Not exactly sure why. The corner it self looks normal,  just a little smugged. Like someone wrote something and painted over.

After a lot of running and panting, I got tired. It was time for me to sit on my so called "favourite" wooden chair and collect on my thoughts on these letters. I usually try combining letters trying to figure out if there is any meaning. Usually nothing comes to mind so... worthless anyway. I'm not sure how I did not go insane yet nor lost my sanity, I guess I'm just built different. Or maybe I already went insane, maybe I just dont see it, maybe it is all my imagination. I had a lot of ideas on why I'm in this place. This might be what happens in the after life, or maybe it is what hell is, stuck deeply inside your thoughts and fears. Stuck in this cycle of nothing. It pisses me off.

A never ending loop that keeps on going forever and ever. But I know, that some day, will be my day. The day I get out. The day I'll finnaly be free. The day that I will finnaly be myself. Silcence entered the room. I normally don't talk to myself because I feel like that's just weird. It feels like you're talking to the reflection of yourself. But you know it won't answer back... That's it I'm annoyed just thinking about all this bull shit."

Mark stood up, still panting. He groans, seems like someone can't stand the silence. It just.. hits too deep, too deep to mind. Mark get's goosebumps. For sure he doesn't like it. He becomes angry at himself, because he knows he is all alone in the fuck knows where. With not a single soul around to help him stay calm. Mark is angry because he knows the dumb creatir of this place senses his fear. The "Creator" knows that Mark is scared. But "He" doesn't do anything about it. 

Mark starts shouting and screaming, he picks up the wooden chair and throws it as hard as he can, hoping it will break. It bounces off like nothing, doesn't even get a scratch. He turns back to face the papers. Out of no-where the wooden chair appears on the exact same spot like it was never touched. Mark looks back to the direction where he threw the chair. It was gone. "What the fuck..." he thought in mind. Mark began to panic. He never stood up so aggressively and quickly before. "Oh.. is this one of your dumb tricks? Playing with me like a fucking toy are ya. You disgust me. Sending me bloody letters for what reason? Shove them up your asshole, all I want is to end this all. Why am I even here? Why do you love to torture me so much. What do you even want from me?!?!... At least kill me and make it quick. I'm so fucking tired of waiting around doing absolute shit and running around like a headless chicken, who doesn't know where the fuck to go." He shouts so loud his voice starts to break. It went silent again. He really began to belive that no one exists in this world. Only him and himself. Maybe there is no creator at all, maybe it is really all his imagination... Well.. Mark thought wrong.

The ground became to shake. Lights flicker. It's like the deepest pit of hell was about to awake and eat him whole. Mark fell on his knees, he gave up and fully fell on the floor. He switched positions to face the celling. "Yes... Kill me already" he whispered. He thought it was his time to die. I guess not.  A hole appeared on the celling, it wasn't any normal hole. It was the same exact hole where he came from a long long time ago. Same exact colours, same exact size. A giant tube that kept wiggling from side to side. "Let me free from this hell-hole! End my suffering!" Mark shouted in the hole. He bacame to laugh insanely. Lights flicker. They became more aggressive. The room was shaking badly, like an earthquake. Suprisingly Mark did not stop staring into the hole. His eyes were wide opened, making eye contact trying to figure out whats going on. That's when he realised. There was another thing coming down the hole. What was it... Food? Evidence? A door? Escape  chance? Exit?... No.. It was a female. She was looking down while sliding through the tunnel. Her eye contact meets with Mark's and she screams, so does Mark. She falls right on top of him.