Being as this is my first fanfiction, please give me constructive advice... Thank you!

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Today is my 23rd birthday, I should be given a visit from chief any time now... My name is Artie, short for Arthur. However I will only ever allow one person use that name, Artie, and they will probably despise me for what I did, and what's more, I can no longer remember his face...It hurts, the one I adored the most, the only friend I've ever had, more than that even...damn. But this is because I have been imprisoned for ten years now...though it feels like a millennium, I can remember the day I first arrived like it was a few hours ago... I cant remember what the summer sun feels like, nor the autumn rain. I have been kept inside for so long that I have forgotten all the minor things in life. All I have now are the concrete walls and iron doors. I sometimes get a 10 minute walk around the guarded corridors, other than that it is me in my cell. The smooth glide of the cell door lock was a lot louder than I remember...

"Hello Arthur, how are you today?" Mr. Beilschmidt, bloody douche-bag, mocking me. Only because I speak properly doesn't give you the right to take the piss. Fuck him. I don't care if he's 'Chief'...but...only he has the gut's to speak like this to me... Well, him and a lad with the name of Williams, but I can rarely tell he's there half the damn time..."You must be in a good mood, you're actually smiling!" Damn that laugh. That echoing, tormenting, WEIRD AS HELL LAUGH! WHO THE FUCK LAUGH'S LIKE 'Kesesesese!'?! ….I need to cool down...But his very presence irritates me.

I glanced around. Facing the doorway in which he was stood. His silver hair, sticking out from underneath his cap, the amazing, blood red eyes that glow from inside the shadow that his hat cast's over his face. It's both menacing and memorising. The dark doorway blending into his suit made it difficult to see him in the shadows.

"I'm sure you will be pleased about what I have to inform you of..." His forever smirking face will be jeering on for eternity.

Glaring at him, I tried not to show my inner curiousness. It's hard to read the mind of the most questionable man in the world. "What is it? A real meal? A request? A cell mate? Answer me please, and it better be good news. Not like that haircut I am stuck with...", my hair, although it has remained it's golden colour, it has been cut to an extent where it just stick's out in random place's on top of my head. Since it's getting long I bet they want to trim it.

"No, no, and no. Besides. I am strongly against you having a cell mate. I'm sure you will understand, plus, it would be a waste of a first meeting. It is about your previous request. Your request that was to see the outside world.-"

I interrupted him. " Oh yes, the one you said I was never allowed to do.", well, at least he stopped grinning at me like the fucking Cheshire Cat he is.

"May I continue?" His barren stare chilled me to the bone.

I nodded turning way from him, back to facing the plain white wall of nothing. I'd prefer to talk to that instead of him. Heh, the wall is by far more interesting.

"Thank you. Where was I?" Hmph, short term memory loss, his brain is full of unnecessary crap..."Oh yes, the request. Well I have decided to let you have a two week 'freedom' as you plainly put it before." I finally saw his shadow, separate from the other dark space, on the wall, I could hear his heels on the cold floor, nearing me with caution. I hated that everyone I met kept their distance from me, as if I would lash out at any second. It makes me sick thinking about it. "Tomorrow you will be transported to Ludlowin Shropshire, south of here. You will be staying in one of my apartments." I felt a sort of, joy in what she was saying to me, but of course the entire fucking building would be bugged. I'll have to check for them... "Tomorrow I expect to see you up and ready by 7:30. I am giving you half an hour to prepare yourself." He turned away from me and walked up to one of the officers. They handed him a package, I cant see the label.

"What's that?" I asked in the best monotone voice I have ever heard myself talk in.

He carefully placed it on the bottom of my bed, along with a pre-packed suitcase and shoes. Wow, they really prepared. "These are your clothes, £300 and the key to the apartment. Be careful not to lose this or get into any trouble." What am I, a kid? He started to sound like my parents did. "And one more thing, here's a journal, you can record anything you think is important in here...I hope you will enjoy yourself." What a pack load of fucking lies, you don't give a shit do you. You sneaky bastard. He walked out the room leaving me with all this...this...this stuff.

What does he expect me to do with 300 quid anyway? I suppose I should thank him, but I know why they are allowing me out for a couple of weeks. I'm not as dumb as they think I am. If all I have is two weeks then I'd better make it a good two...wait, Ludlow...my sister...I get to see Alice! My god...I cant help it, and I don't care any more. I'm smiling, smiling like there's no tomorrow...

...Al...No, I bet he isn't even there any more.

This morning I have woken up late, fucking brilliant, at least they were generous enough to put a clock in here. "7:25?! I HAVE 5 MINUTES!" I am lucky to have spent so much time here, I can now dress in under 4 minutes. The door swung open as I was halfway through brushing my teeth. Rude.

"Ready to go?" Matt said. Matthew Williams. Goes by the name of Matt. Matt is a nice kid, he tells me stupid, innocent story's of his youth. I suppose I can call him a friend. Yet there was something different about him, I think he knows as well. His cap was pulled over his golden hair. This was the first time I have ever truly seen him. He seems to have a different appearance to what I thought he would have. He had a humble shell on him but had the occasional outburst when ignored. But I could recognise his eyes anywhere. The eyes full of hope and purity, he had a cute face. But you could tell he was that of a man. And one random curl that sprung off his head.

As we walked through the corridors I could feel the sad eyes of the other inmates watching me pass by there cells. As I looked behind me I could see some of the officers remove their caps, as if I had already died. But that is yet to come.

I saw my cab. Typical, they put shatter-proof glass between me and the driver. I have no interest, they are really pathetic. As I got in I could faintly see chief on the roof. Standing with someone but I don't know who. I could tell my journey there was going to take a few hours because the prison is in the middle of nowhere...Literally...The trip was shorter than I expected, I just couldn't get enough of the surrounding scenery. As we pulled up the driver said to me, "Here's your stop...NOW WAKE UP!" I glared at him as I got out of the car. Screw him...

The sun was so bright, I could feel the cool breeze on my skin after such a long time. I felt happiness for the first time in ten years. And I could taste freedom on my tongue as I breathed in the summer air. The sound of the trees whispering, the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Families, friends, I can see it all. Finally, I can see it.

Rushing round to the boot and getting out my bag. I now had a chance to learn everything. It's a beautiful world indeed.

"Now, where the f-hell," language, you're not alone anymore Arthur... "is the damn apartment...AND THE DAMN BUILDING!", I can already tell this will be a nightmare...

"Turn around Mr. Intelligent." The cocky driver exclaimed, then promptly driving away.

Glaring after the car, I unwillingly turned around. The bastard was right... I need to be more observant damn it...

Since this is my first FanFiction please be nice! :)

Edit: Re-reading this I see so many mistakes...I'm glad I checked it...