Hanson gonna die
You suh-weet
Hey Fish! Step up to your door man
The cat calls penetrated through to the core of Tom Hanson. He screwed his face up, trying to block out their jeering and the harsh, cold lights of Cell block C.
He'd been in this abyss for two weeks. Two damn weeks. Only eight hundred and eight more to go.
Hanson turned to face the wall of the cell, the hard springs creaking under his weight.
Fifteen years he was in here for. Fifteen at least.
He didn't think he was gonna live to see his fifteenth day.
He was an undercover cop turned criminal.
That's what they all thought
Hell that's what he'd thought.
That bullet they dug out of Tower didn't come from his gun. It didn't.
Where the hell was the bullet from his damn gun?
His chain of thought was interrupted by the intimidating sound of metal on metal. One of the inmates was dragging something against the bars of their cell. Probably something the screws should confiscate.
Hanson closed his eyes, if he couldn't see it, it wasn't happening.
Stripped of his badge, stripped of his name, hell he was just a row of digits now. Reduced to a number. A criminal statistic.
He sighed softly.
They were gonna kill him.
Kill him.
The words sank in.
They were gonna kill him.
But first they were going to torture him because anticipation was half the fun.
He gulped deeply before pulling the pillow over his head, drowning out all light and stifling the taunts.
Even though their voices were muffled Hanson could still hear all their threats. He knew them by heart.
He was just a fish in a sea full of sharks and sooner or later, they were going to come sniffing for blood. And when that day came, no one would be able to save him.
No one.
He pressed his lips together trying his best to stifle the moan, to stamp down the tidal wave of agony he felt rise up inside him.
The tears prickled the back of his eyes, the pillow spotted by droplets, his heart shattering.
And no one cared.
He was going to die here, and no one cared.
He rived the pillow from his face, sat panting with fear and fury, he dragged his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around himself, trying his hardest to contain the time bomb of emotion he felt ticking away within him.
"The sooner you accept what you did, the easier it'll get"
Hanson glared up at the bunk above him, his face splotched by tears, his eyes underlined by mauve shadows.
"I didn't do it" he hissed, his voice laced with fury.
His cellmate snorted with contempt.
Hanson clenched his teeth and dug his fingernails into his knee caps with frustration. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him snap. He wasn't going to lash out, he wasn't going to scream, and he wasn't going to sob deep into the night. He was just going to stay here, stay here silently until the world left him alone to curl up and die.
" You going to sleep Hanson?"
Hanson rested his chin on his knees, staring at the stained wall opposite him. If he reached out he'd be able to touch it with his finger tips.
" Hanson"
" Stop calling me that" he muttered to the wall, his brown eyes heavy with sorrow, sparse of all life.
High pitched laughter penetrated the walls, fiendish squeals of perverse pleasure.
Fish going insane
Hanson going cr-aaa-zeee
You ok in there sweet cheeks?
Hanson bit down on his lip, leaving a groove from the imprint of his teeth. Blood spotted his tongue. Still he didn't move.
"Just cause you ain't talking, don't mean they don't know what you thinking"
Hanson cast his eyes upwards, picturing the other man who shared his days, who was privy to his most intimate moments,
" Oh yeah?" he mumbled his voice thick with defeat.
" Yeah. They know you're scared shitless"
" I am not scared" snapped Hanson. He tried to steady his voice, hoping the tremble didn't betray him.
" You should be"
Hanson rolled onto his side tucking the blanket around his slender frame.
" Just leave me alone"
" 'S not me that's hounding you Hanson"
" 'S not you that's helping me neither" muttered Hanson burying his face against the musky pillow.