Authors Note: Well, I requested Beyond Life to write this story from her perspective, only sending her a quick uh summary of the events that somewhat take place, permitting her to take the story where ever she wanted, with plans of writing my own original version to compare ideas from two different perspectives. I have read her first chapter and have decided to write out my first chapter.
Chapter One: Abused
The room was small, nothing but cracked stone floors and stone walls, with only a large barred window with double, paned bullet proof glass allowing the access of sunlight to pour in from over head. A small cot rested directly beneath the window, directly opposite the heavy cell door, and laying upon the small cot rested a tall, slender and heavily bandaged figure.
From all due appearances the figure had black hair and was dressed in a thin white cotton short sleeved shirt with small tiny blue triangular shapes decorating it, attempting to be some sort of pattern. The left side of the figures face, including his mouth was obscured by dirty bandages, yellowing from the center outward as if with infection, as was his neck. Both of his arms were bandaged as well, only his fingers peaking out from beneath the dirty, yellowing bandages. The figures lower half was clad in the same thin white cotton, and underneath that cotton were more bandages. Seventy-five percent of the figures body were covered in bandages, concealing away the ugly scars left behind by still ailing third degree burns.
The figures only exposed eye fluttered open, his pupil contracting and realigning slightly as his vision came into focus, the morning light harsh on his sleepy gaze. He blinked, a long exhaling of breath echoing about the empty room, resounding off of the stone walls and floor. He was in pain, agony, pure agony…and yet laying still eased his discomfort…if only slightly. How long had it been since I've been out of this cell? Off of this bed? He could not even remember the last time he'd seen anything outside of his cell. And could only figure it had been months since he'd been off of the bed. He shifted his head slightly, pain shooting up his neck and across the left side of his face as he turned his gaze towards the cell door as the scrape of a key shifting the tumblers echoed through out the cell, quickly followed by the heavy door opening and the appearance of two male nurse aids, the cause of his torment. "Well, well, well." The tallest of the two guards said, eyes narrowed while his partner jingled the keys. "It's breakfast time freak show." The guard said before snapping his fingers. Through the door came yet another male nurse wheeling a simple cart with a tray of food. He wheeled it near the bed before exiting the cell, closing the door behind him. The tall guard approached the cart and leaned down and sniffed. "Hmmmm, smells good doesn't it Beyond?" He asked sarcastically.
The man laying upon the bed now known as Beyond continued to eye the guard wearily, but at the same time couldn't help but be just a little hopeful, even if the thoughts were in vein. The food did really smell good, exceptionally good. He felt the painful aching in his stomach and feel as his mouth started salivating. He was starving, literally. It had been four days since his last meal, which in truth had only been a few bites of unbuttered toast. "Oatmeal, citrus and toast. A good wholesome breakfast."
Beyond watched bitterly as the guard wheeled the cart towards the small toilet and dumping the contents of the cart into the bowl. It was like this every morning. "But seeing as you are in this current condition," The guard began as he turned back towards the bed. "it doesn't seem to be the kind of breakfast you should be having."
"Now Beyond, it's time for your medicine." The second guard, the one with the keys stated, a rather mischievous and cruel smirk crossing both guards features. Beyond's eye widened and he attempted to launch himself from the bed, but in his weakened condition his reactions were far to slow and he could not avoid the hand that shot out with great speeds and grabbed onto a thick chunk of his black hair. A high pitched shrill sound escaped his throat as he was yanked back and off of the bed, his frail body crashing against the hard, cold concrete floor.
Beyond felt his elbow slam against the concrete floor, a pained and muffled yelp escaping him when he felt something crack. No doubt he fractured his elbow. His head jerked at an awkward angle as his body slammed against the floor, his head still being held by the guard. The guard released his hair and he instinctively curled into a ball as both guards began kicking at any part of him they could connect to. Blows from in front and behind him made him jerk and squirm and yelp as he twisted on the floor, attempting to dodge the blows. With each kick a muffled scream would escape his covered mouth.
The shorter of the guards stooped down and grabbed Beyond by the shoulders and forced him onto his stomach before straddling his back and holding him down. The taller guard balling his hands into fists and dropping down before slamming his right first against the side of Beyond's head, than his left hand than his right than his left over and over again. "How. Do. You. Like. That. You. Filthy. F*cking. Murderer!" He questioned angrily, each word being accented with another blow to the defenseless mans head. The guard continued slamming his fists into the other mans head until blood smeared across his knuckles and several droplets of blood splattered to the concrete floor.
Beyond's battered head was slightly bowed, his nose and cheek pressed against the hard floor, blood oozing from his nose and dripping down the side of his face and strands of his hair to ooze onto the floor. He felt the weight on top of him lighten before he was roughly grabbed and rolled onto his back. He blinked, the guards face swimming in and out of his focus.
"How do you like the blunt trauma?"
He grunted as he was kicked in the side as the guard stood up. "Let's get him back on the bed, we have other inmates to check on."
He felt himself being lifted from the floor and not so carefully placed onto the bed. He felt his wrists and ankles strapped down and knew it would be a very long time till he left his bed again. The guards would no doubt say he'd tried to commit suicide again, after all…he was considered suicidal, and thus he would be strapped down to prevent further injury to himself.
Once the door closed Beyond broke down. His body trembled and broken breathy sounds escaped him as he sobbed upon the bed. He wanted to die. He had wanted to die for a very long time, since before he attempted suicide. He knew he wasn't going to die. He was fed just enough to keep him alive, liquids were always provided to keep him from dying of dehydration. Though my infections could kill me if they go unchecked for much longer. They'll poison my blood, my heart will pump that poison through my body and eventually it will kill me…there's always hope. The blood oozing from his head was already beginning to clot. Blood, infection ooze and tears dampened the cotton bandages making him feel dirtier and soggier. He continued to sob. Just like he did every morning and every evening. He wanted to die.
Authors Note: Forgive the shortness and crappyness of this chapter, I'm not good with abuse…I don't really know how to write about abuse so forgive the horridness which is this chapter. The next ones will hopefully be better. Now please follow this link to read Beyond Life's version: http:// www. fanfiction. net/s/ 5859514/1/ Beyond_the_Case (just take out the spaces)