The Ladder

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
Wayne King discovers a ladder that takes him away from a sunny August day.

Submitted: July 08, 2015

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Submitted: July 08, 2015

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August is a favourite month amongst many, primarily school children because of their summer holidays stripping them of an entire six week period of work. One of those people was a sixteen year old boy named Wayne King, a boy of average height, sun bleached hair and skinny arms and legs. On August 18th Wayne and his friend, Charlie, were spending time together at the beach, the day of his disappearance. 

The heat was unpleasant. It was the kind of heat that glued the sweat to your skin. Wayne was stone skipping with his friend Charlie, a boy who appeared to come from a mass produced baby factory from looking so average; though he was loyal and helping Wayne as he was going through bad times. Wayne's Parents had recently split and he only saw his mother on weekends now. The parents had gradually fallen out of love, perhaps the most painful experience for a child, and had only stayed together for him. They hadn't resented each other but just slipped from each others grasp. Wayne wondered if it was more depressing that they didn't' hate each other, for it they hated each other at least they would still feel some kind of passion for each other. Charlie tried comforting his friend by talking to him about girls and their old band they had formed, though Wayne just wasn't with him. 

The beach in which the boys were at was only discovered by Charlie a few days prior, and totally new to Wayne. It was rather hidden away by trees and leaves as it was a very small beach, or rather a small section of sand, then rock, then sea. It was now approaching the evening and Charlie had to head home. He invited Wayne to walk back home alongside his friend but Wayne had refused, wishing to be alone for a while. Charlie was a little hesitant at first, though Wayne pleaded him to leave him be. They said their farewells and Charlie was gone.

The evening sun caused the sea to sparkle. It was a beautiful image that could have been a painting, though Wayne just starred into a space of blackness. He then crept toward the water and stiffly tilted his head facing his reflection. It seemed he was starring into the water to find something, something within himself ; though it then appeared that his own reflection grew tired of his brooding and evaporated into a whirlpool, giving him a glimpse of a peculiar sight below the sea. He then faded into the water to find out what exactly he had just been given a vision of. 

Wayne began pulling his way toward the bottom of the ocean. His first attempt of making his way down had him coming closer and closer toward what he saw, though around half way to the bottom there came a stop in his progress. It was like he was moving in slow motion as he went deeper and deeper , seeming like his goal was also moving further and further away. He had then blinked and what he had been swimming toward had appeared right before him, as the rest of the seabed did. The mystery he had been pulling himself toward had been a man-sized hole with a ladder descending downwards. 

Wayne tried to take a glimpse of what layed below but saw only the darkness. It was only at this point he had noted how he had managed to swim to the bottom of the sea without diving gear, nor without passing out. He thought with this, he may as well keep going deeper down to the abyss. 

Upon climbing down the ladder, the water had stopped. He was dry, the ladder was dry and he found himself in empty darkness, with the ladder only being visible where his hands and feet were. There was no sound coming from anything but himself and the metal cluning of the ladder as he made his way down. 

There was no clear sign of progression. He just went further and further down, at least that's what he believed for a while. It wasn't until some time had passed until he really thought about it, which then made him snap into a fit of panic. He climbed back up and to his amazement the hole to the seabed was still there, he knew it. He hadn't made any progress at all! He tried to climb back up but he couldn't get out, it appeared some sort of invisible barrier was blocking his way out, and he had no choice but to go back down.

It seemed like a decade had past and Wayne was still climbing down the ladder. His thoughts were absent of anything but getting down to the bottom. Wayne then considered thinking about something else, then that way time would at least go a little faster. He began to think of happier times, when his family was complete. He remembered the memories of the three of them together. He remembered playing with his mum and his dad buying ice-cream. Those days had long passed. It was now just the awkward friendly conversation between his parents whenever they had to pick him up from each others homes. He was caught in the middle, though he began to think their loss of love was his fault and he drove them further apart. 

Throughout Wayne's entire odyssey down the ladder, he hadn't felt anything but the cold touch of the darkness. That had begun to change and now he felt an increase of heat with every step. He even began to produce sweat, which had been mysteriously absent as he'd been climbing down the ladder until now. He looked down to see how his feet were holding up, and in stunned discovery he had seen a light, though only the tiny glimmer of a light, but still a light! 

Wayne began to accelerate at full speed down the ladder, with the heat intensifying more and more his hands were becoming liquid. He hadn't let that get in his way though, he was going to see Charlie and his parents again! The mind cannot defeat reality though, and the sweat continued to climb down his body as furiously as he was going down the ladder. He then made a slip. The sweat was crawling down his palms and his left arm had flung off the ladder, along with both of his legs. He was holding on with only his right arm now, though he could feel that was slithering off too. He made a giant swing with his left arm towards the ladder but it was of no use. Wayne then began to furiously crash into the light. 

The body of Wayne King was later discovered after the boy was hailed as a missing person. The sixteen year old had drowned near the seabed and it's currently under speculation if it was indeed suicide. Wayne's parents stood on that beach watching the world go by like statues. Another thing they had loved so dearly was now only a memory.


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