Deranged?
Part 1.
Staring at a blank empty wall I fight to keep my emotions from spilling out of me. Tracing the walls of my cell with my fingertips makes me realise how small it is. Pounding on the nearest wall with my fists I let out a scream that I've repressed for over two years. I can't take this anymore. I can't cope with everyone avoiding me. With the fact that I'm locked in this hell hole because of someone else's lies. Because I put my trust in the wrong person. I can't cope with the fact that the guy I trusted above all others put me in here, got me locked up in this room with its padded walls. The sound of the door opening doesn't make me stir from resting my head on the wall. In truth I've been waiting for them. Ever since I screamed I knew they'd come. It's the most noise I've made in two years. They move quickly, efficiently, touching me as little as possible. Like madness is catching. Maybe it is. But as I feel the sharp jab of the needle I catch sight of the new guy. Looking horrified. He'll have to get used to this, especially if he's treating me. As black blots out my vision, the image changes. Not the new guy but him. The reason I'm here. The traitor that betrayed my trust. Drove me mad. Another scream flies from my lips and I fall into the welcome darkness. Peace for a few hours.
I'm back in the court room. It's 15th December, two years ago. The judge is pronouncing the verdict. "Nicholas Jerry Jonas, I pronounce you guilty of having criminal relations with your pupil, Millie Aston. I sentence you to a lifetime of imprisonment in the mental health wing of Baxter prison. No appeal or bail." Those words changed my words. But they were wrong. I'd never done anything with Millie Aston. It was my best friend, and fellow teacher, Mike Stanley that had. But he lied and she lied and I'm paying for it. I trusted Mike. I told him my secret. But he used it to blackmail me into taking the rap for him. Him and Millie, they are now together. And I'm rotting in this place. Just sitting on my bunk, gazing at the world. Wishing myself dead. All this because of my secret. Was it really worth keeping it secret? But I knew the moment people found out, I'd be fired, without a second thought. So why had I told another teacher? I am so stupid. I can feel myself waking up. I don't want to. As painful as this memory is, it's better than this frozen existence.