Trivial - possible character i was working on when I was writing a lot

He plods along the barely lit hallway on his way up the stairs. Standing at the bottom of the stairs he asks himself how much longer can this go on? When will they find the truth? Is this all that is left? A short walk up the stairs and into a different world, he sighs heavily and takes one step at a time.

Mind swirling, thoughts a jumble, what did he do and was it too much? Not enough? They will find out the truth soon, and that will be the end. Reaching the first landing he pauses to ask again Is this really all that is left? Shouldn’t there be more to it then this? They must know the truth by now.

One step at a time, he starts the long climb again. His mind wandering over the past few years, what had happened? How did it all start? Is this the end?

It was a pleasantly warm spring morning, released from his short sentence, he felt renewed. Driving, walking everything shiny, the sky so blue it hurt to look at it, air so clean it rejuvenated him as he awoke from the cold grey that was the past.

New beginnings. Never easy, but always welcome, a new beginning for him showed up every two years or so and this one was the best one yet. New city, new job, new life. It was almost magical, and it would have been if he hadn’t waltzed into this like he had everything else in his life. The expression “Fell ass over tea kettle into_______” seemed to fit everything in his life. He was considered lucky, he felt like a fraud.

They have to know by now right? Surely they know, why don’t they say anything? He was almost to the top of the stairs. His fraudulent ways would soon be known to all and then the ridicule will begin. Name calling and laughter, they will never leave him alone.

The door is looming in front of him, pale yellow and dead. Hanging there, waiting to be used. It is almost taunting him, “C’mon go through here and walk into desperation and pain, you know you deserve it, you fraud”

He just stares at it as his journey continues to lead upward.

It is a cold day out and winter has just got into full swing. He has been asking himself “why, why am I here? Can’t they see I am not the guy they’re looking for?” They don’t seem to care they badger him anyway and continue to engulf him with their rhetoric.

He reaches the door, his hand hesitates. If he doesn’t open the door will anything change? Is this the end or just a new beginning? He slowly opens the dead door and steps into a dimly lit room.

“F that!, I left my cubicle lights on again”