"What I have become"
Chapter one
"Those fake oak doors"
***Relena***
With a pace of 5 seconds per step, I walked across a slightly stained floor, past numerous of desks covered with scattered papers and some clearly were used to have sex on, past a dead crusty plant that died at least a month ago, and towards an oak wooden door that was clearly fake. From 3 feet and 10 inches away, I could notice all the fingerprints and diseases all over the steel handle. I'm sure the handle is actually cheap medal that was made in a fancy way at a high price. The see through glass to the office on both sides of the doors were probably plastic.
Regardless of what was on the handle, I reached and gripped it and turned it. With just a nudge it was already half-way open. This door would be one of those doors that would fly back closed if you tried to slam it open into the wall. From the looks of it, it seems that someone has already tried that. There is a nice 2 inch dent in the wall where the handle must have jarred the wall. Too bad I wasn't there; it would have been funny to see. I wonder who the lucky one was who got embarrassed at his not so dramatic entrance. I'm sure the door flew back and hit him in the face. As a matter of fact, I think I see a tiny blood stain in the middle of the door about 5 foot 7 inches up. Yes, that must have been a broken nose.
Looking straight ahead into the office that was so dark that you wouldn't be able to see a hand in front of your face, I was certain where everything I needed was. The windows were to the left from the door entrance and the bathroom/closet was the fake oak wood door to the right. Dead center of the room was this small desk with papers and papers everywhere. The keyboard and mouse were most likely hidden or haven't been seen in weeks. The computer on the desk has been upgraded at least 3 years ago with a faster better model. The phone hasn't been seen since who knows when. A file cabinet is to the side of the desk on the left side from the door's view and in the bottom drawer were ALL the files on the wars 6 to 7 years ago. Of course that drawer was looked with a combination that wouldn't be found anywhere in the room except in that one tiny book on the shelf behind the desk.
In the files is all the data on the gundam pilots, gundams, mobile dolls, and any enemies from years past. Also in that drawer is that most recently looked through file. That file has a very important person in it and was respected greatly yet still unfound for at least 3 years 29 days and 13 hours. That person is Relena Peacecraft/Dorlian and that person is me. Plus, I plan to steal that whole drawer except that one file. This is my office. This WAS my office. This used to be my home and I'm sure my brother hasn't dared to change it.
Walking straight, taking a right 7 shorts steps in the room, taking a left after 3 steps, and taking another left after 2. Pushing the chair under the desk, walking 2 steps forward, crouching down, pulling a hair pin out of my pocket and sticking it into the key hole, I fiddle around. After about 55 seconds of fiddling, the lock budged and the drawer slid open. With so much confidence, I grab all the files except the one in the very, very back. My folder is in the back for sure. Standing up with an arm full of files and notebooks, I nudge the drawer closed and turned back around to head for the door after hearing the sound of it relocking.
Successfully out of the office and into the fully lit hallway, I pause. The elevator at the very end of the hall mocks me. Many times before I have stared at that elevator and every time I looked at that elevator I turned back to the office. I don't know why but I never really want to leave the solitude of the office. It is the only room that is mine completely. It used to be mine I mean.
Slipping off the too big for me sneakers and setting the files on the secretary's desk, I walk barefoot back into the office. Running my hand down the wall, I flick on the light and stand there.
Forcing my hand into the pocket of my baggy pants, I pull out an envelope. Walking straight, I place the letter on top of the computer just like I used to. When I wanted to say something but didn't have the time or the guts to say it, I would write a letter, put it in an envelope, and place it on the computer.
Scanning the room with memories of late nights, I pause at the window sill. It was still there. The home-made quilt of bright blues was still there. I used that quilt every night I stayed late which was nearly every night. It was a gift from Hilde. She was so caring.
Dropping my gaze to the floor, my eyes stung. Nearly jogging out, flicking off the light, shutting the door, and scooping up my shoes and files, I ran down the hall and skidded into the elevator. Without even looking at the buttons, I pressed the bottom level, the parking lot. As the doors started sliding to a close, I got one last glance at those fake oak doors. When the elevator jolted and started to go down, I let one tear go down with it.
TBC