Down (part 1)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Down is a story about a man stuck in a hole of his own creation. We follow this man as he figures out the reason as to why he is in this hole of his own creation. Insanity and numbness could very much be his only companions throughout his stay in this hole.

Submitted: November 05, 2015

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Down

 
It was a mess, this life that he was living in, but there was no one to blame but himself. He didn't know why he was to blame but he knew for a fact that that he alone was to blame. He also knew a name, not his name someone else's. He knew this and only this. For a regular person this would be most unsettling, but for some reason not him. He felt rather at peace in this literal and also figurative hole he was in. There was no pain, no sadness, no grief and that was good. Still, there was no happiness, no bliss, no serenity, and although he thought it present there was in fact no peace. "Nothing" he whispered quietly to himself. Yes, nothing, absolutely nothing. A better way to describe this feeling was numbness, yes, that was the perfect word for his state of being. But again this didn't alarm him it merely sank him deeper into the hole, but he didn't mind. He didn't try to get out either as a part of him thought that he belonged in the hole. Was it a way to keep himself safe? Perhaps or perhaps it was to forget, but what was there to forget? He only knew that he was to blame and nothing else but a name. "What was that name?", he thought to himself. "It must've been important", he continued. He sure that if he gave it time he would remember, but he was more curious than worried. Being numb will do that to anyone.
 
  He was curious to know if maybe the person who bares this name that he can't remember had something to do with the hole that he found himself in. He knows though that it wasn't this person's fault that he was in the hole, that was his own doing. Because of his continued curiosity he remembers hair; long, beautiful, wavy hair, and her eyes, my what enchanting eyes. "That's it!" "It's a woman!", he remembers. The hole sinks deeper as he screams. He must try to remember her name because maybe her name will help him remember his name or why he can't remember his own life. Time was not of the essence as it seemed to not pass or so he thought because he couldn't remember how long he had been in the hole it could've been days or years he wasn't sure. He stands up and begins to pace back and forth from one side of the hole to the other. The hole grows wider. As he walks he begins to notice a sound beneath his feet. The sound is weak at first, but it becomes stronger particularly in the middle of the hole. As he places his head down to hear the sound more closely he begins to hear what he believes to be a faint voice. "There's someone down there!" He begins to dig down to the source of what he thinks is another's voice, making the hole deeper. 
 
  After what seemed like an eternity of digging and digging he finds the source of the sound and it's not a person. "It looks like a piece of something", he said to himself. As soon as he could finish his sentence the source moves and makes a beating sound. There was no voice to be heard just this "source", as he called it. He didn't know what  to make of this source, but something told him that it could probably help him quell the curiosity that looked over the reason as to why he was in the hole. He began to examine the source. The beating sound it made was at a constant 5 second loop, he was sure of this as he listened and stared at the object for what seemed like a lifetime. The source looked as though it was missing a few pieces because it had cracks all over it, and it seemed as though it was trying very hard to beat for no apparent reason to him. "I wonder how long this has been here", he thought to himself. He began to think about the origin of the source, and why it was down here with him at the bottom of the hole.  Perhaps someone misplaced he source or perhaps someone wanted to rid themselves of the source and never find it again. "Maybe I'm supposed to find this thing...maybe it belongs to her!?" As soon as he finished his sentence, the source began to beat at a different and much faster pace with a greater force. "Is it reacting to what I said?", he asked himself and nobody else as the source began to slow its pace of beats. Suddenly a wave of fear began to fall over him because of this strange object that seemed to be reacting to his words as if it were alive. A while ago it was just him in the hole, and he liked it better that way, or so he thought. Fearing a sudden and unfamiliar move from the source, he decided to place it on the side of the hole opposite of his own. 
 
As he goes back to his side to sit on the ground the hole begins to do something that he fails to recall it ever doing before; it becomes more narrow. This should've been cause for fear and concern, but it instead made him think further of the situation and how it all could tie into the source. This place he finds himself in seems to in some way provide nourishment to him, albeit in the form of numbness, but nourishment non the least. So, since this "source" was found at the bottom of the hole it must part of why he was here. That would also mean that the source was indeed reacting to what he was saying. It would also mean, he suspected , that whatever this source was it belonged to the woman who's name he couldn't remember because of its reaction when he mentioned her. He wasn't sure if this realization was good or bad, but he was almost certain that it would help him understand as to why he was in the hole.
 
  What he did next was strange, and definitely something only a person who had gone mad would do; he stood, took hold of the source, and began to speak to it. "Do you belong to her?", he says as the source begins to beat faster and faster. "Are you here to help me? Did she send you?", he screams hoping to get a response from the strange object. "What are you? Why are you here?", he continues to no avail. "Can you at least tell me her name?", he says as brings the source closer. "I need to know her name! What is her name!?!?". He catches himself screaming  at a seemingly inanimate object, and thinks himself a complete and total crazed fool. In an act of what he thought of as sanity, he places the source in the middle of the hole and sits back down to his side. He laughs and tilts his head back utterly embarrassed by his behavior especially towards a broken object such as the source that could never possibly respond that he was asking, or so he thought.
 
  His eyes close, and as he continues to laugh at his ridiculous behavior the source begins to pump faster while emitting a strong light from its base that eventually covers it as if it was on fire. His eyes open to the heat brought upon by the now very apparent fire engulfing the source. He instantly panics at the sight of the strange and seemingly threatening flames. "What are you?!", he screamed once more no longer embarrassed by his previous actions. "What do you want?! Are you here to kill me!?", he exclaimed with a growing fear for his life. As he recedes to his side of the hole more and more in fear of the source, the flame around it gets bigger and bigger and the hole becomes wider. This forces him to move further and further into his side of the hole to avoid the roaring flame. As he looks at the flames he starts to realize that they have now formed what looks like a face, and the eyes of this face are looking straight at him. "You have eyes now? Have you been hiding from me this entire time!?" He stands up and stares right back into the eyes of the mighty face on the fire. "Why won't you answer me?!?", he screamed once. Suddenly the flames grow stronger forcing him to fall to the ground once again in order to avoid them. When he hits the ground the face lets out a terrifying and angry scream. He has never been more frightened in the hole than now. Before he can ask it anything else the face on the flames that emerged from the source says "SILENCE!! You ask too many questions!" He looks up in astonishment and utter speechlessness for he was truly no longer alone in the hole. 
 
END PART 1


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