Mello's POV
The darkness creeps in on me from every corner, swallowing and engulfing, it can be suffocating at times, too much to bear, to hold down this thing inside of me, to keep my control. I awoke finding the familiar sight of steel bars, I was kept behind them of course, locked up and put away, I wonder what I'm in for this time or what's my punishment, how severe it was, who were my victims, is there any redemption?
Two lights shone at the end of the hallway, and footsteps made their way towards me. I hear nothing else, I must be kept in isolation, I suppose I don't even have the pleasure of the company of other criminals. I curled myself up on the dirty ground, my head on my knees so that I would not need to face whoever was coming or why they were coming.
A few moments later, the footsteps stopped, the light was much brighter and filled the cell I was trapped in, I hid my face, afraid to let them see the monster hidden behind these blue eyes.
"This is it, prisoner one three five" prisoner one three five, how suiting that I did not even have the right to wear a name anymore.
"What's his name?" a soft and feminine voice spoke, was it a woman? No, my ears knew better than to assume that. I almost felt inclined to look, but my shame kept my face down.
"Don't know" the tone suggested that he didn't care. "He was found guilty of rape and murder." Rape? That's a first, did I really do that? I don't remember, but I suppose I shouldn't be too surprise, considering…
"Filthy scum, whatever, he'll hanged in four days time, doubt he still needs a name by then" I'll be hanged?
"Henry" the small voice retorted. Such a sweet timid voice, it shouldn't be in a place like this.
I heard a huff and a pair of footsteps leading away, a light guiding them, but the other stayed behind, whatever for?
"Mister, are you awake?" the sweet voice chimed. "Are you alright?" kindest poured on each word. This person, whoever it was, was too kind and sincere.
"Mister?"
"Speak." I managed to respond, never lifting my face.
"Are you cold Mister?"
"Why?"
"Your clothes are torn." Are they? Now that this person has spoke, I realize how chilly it felt to be in confinement.
"Yes, I am cold" I answered simply, expecting the person to go away after he was satisfied with his questions, no one would really care for a lowlife. True enough, I heard footsteps moving away after awhile, they were quite fast though, was he running?
The footsteps lead away, and soon enough I was left in silence and solitude again. Alone with my thought and prayer.
'Lord, forgive me for I have sinned, I have sinned a lot'
"Mister!" I was caught by surprise. This time I brought my face up, no point hiding forever. I was stunned by what I saw, for a moment I thought I was staring at an angel of God. However, an angel wouldn't have been panting to catch his breath or have tiny droplets of sweat on their forehead and they would definitely not bother with someone like myself.
"Here Mister, put this on, it will help keep you warm." the small mass of white spoke to me, smiling ever so slightly, too shy. "Take it." He slid them on the bars. Slowly, I stood myself up, though not perfectly upright, and made my hesitant steps towards the bars. The little boy made no move to step away, instead he looked at me intently. I wonder what did I look like, not a pretty sight I would guess.
"Thank you" I stood, taking the clothes in my hands, only the bars separated us now, the distance only a mere one foot, I could've easily reached out, strangle him and took the keys that hung idly on his waist. But those eyes stared deep into mine, searching, and his smile never wavering, and the way his pallor skin glowed, too innocent.
"You're welcome" too polite.
Feeling swoon lately...decided to write to let off some steam....the medications seriously taking a toll on me...hope it'll go away soon...anyways hope you guys like this...please REVIEW!
