Isolation

Written by P.A Nightmares

Locked in this dark room it's been weeks since I have seen another person. Setting here in this 4X10 cell they have not fed me more than some moldy bread and water 3X a day. These conditions are inhuman at best but I guess considering what led me here this is no less than I deserve. Reflecting back on the event of the day that led me to this place it was no different than any other day. Wake up, make my bed, take my meds and then breakfast. However that day I guess the meds were not doing their job or something triggered my schizophrenia. But either way Steve reared his ugly head. I got my food and approached the table that I normally sat at. I always counted six across and six down. It was the very last table on the right side of the room. I alway sat in the center of the table every day. Getting to my table I noticed three new guys sitting there and one of them was sitting in my seat. I herd Steve speak

“Kill them,” he said. “They are in your seat, they have no respect for you. You must show them this is your table so they will respect you”

So I approached them without saying a word. Standing behind the one in my seat the other two did not notice me until I brought the fork up and stabbed him repeatedly in the neck. The second one went to get up so I smacked him with my food and shoved the fork into his eye. Ripping the eye out of his socket with a wet pop as I pulled the fork out of his eye. The third got up and ran away to retrieve the guards. I stood there covered in warm blood and I felt at home for the first time in a long time. I waited no more than a few moments and I heard the sound of alarms go off. And in ran the guards armed with batons and pepper spray. As they approached me I clutched the fork with the eye still clinging on to it. As they slowly advanced on me I charged.

“These assholes are not going to take me without a fight” I thought to myself. Laughing hysterically I swung at the closest guards.

The next thing you knew I felt the familiar sting of the pepper spray in my eyes. If they thought this would stop me they were sadly mistaken. I continued to swing, catching one of the guards in the neck but they were not as easily taken down as the unsuspecting sap I killed minutes ago. However, once I physically assaulted one of the guards. I felt them hit me in the ribs with the batons. And they kept smacking me until I was unconscious. Waking up in the infirmary I was bandaged up. My head hurt and I could not see straight but once they noticed I was awake they threw me into this cell. This cell is pitch black and no light is ever let in; however the dark is my old friend and it's nice to have him back. From one corner of the cell I heard Steave speak.

“You did good today. But today was just the beginning. The next time we will take more than just a few bodies. I want more blood and you will either give me the blood of the inmates and employees of this building or I'll take it from you, the choice I leave up to you.”

I used to be afraid of him, however now he doesn't want to hurt me. But he wants to set me free and be free himself.