SpunkiSpirou: Taken a while to write this out, hope you enjoy it and don't forget to leave me a review!
Yeah you might have worked out the only way out for me is by lethal injection. I did some bad stuff when I was on the outside.
Real bad.
I'd been waiting here a long time, I don't know why they didn't just get it over with. Quick and painless. But they just left me in here, slowly rotting away like a sack of spuds long forgotten at the back of the food cupboard.
Others that came in for the injection were gone within days, it was evident that life sucked like that.
I removed my footwear and got into bed, propping my pillow as best I could so I could read a little before it was lights out. I turned the first page and began to read. I'd read this book many times already, if you asked me I could no doubt recite the entire book word for word without making a single mistake. You are probably thinking to yourself that I need to get a new book, well maybe I should, but tomorrow could be my day and that would be pointless buying a book that would never be read and tossed away when they clear out my things.
No one cares what happens to your possessions after you've gone. If family cared they would visit you, but they don't. I had a few possessions that no one but me were allowed to touch, first there was my book, then there was a framed portrait photo of someone I used to know. She wore a blue dress and had fair hair, she was beautiful. I don't like to talk about her now, all you need to know is she isn't suffering anymore.
I turned another page of my book and continued reading through it, I could hear other inmates retreating to their cells and I knew it was nearing lights out and lockdown. I finished reading the page I was on, folded along the already pre-folded corner, shut the book and put it back in the drawer. Almost right on cue the guard appeared at my cell door and slid it shut.
Even a goodnight was too much to say in this place.
I heard the key turn in the lock before he moved on down to the next cell. Hmph. I settled down in the bed, wrapping the duvet around me and pulling the pillow flat against the excuse of a mattress. The other cell doors were each shut and locked in turned until each one was completed. I listened as the night guards walked back along to the main entrance of the cell block, I heard the switch for the lights being flicked and watched as the entire floor instantly plunged into darkness.
Not complete darkness, there were no curtains so the moonlight was able to shine in through the window, illuminating the bars on the ground.
It seemed as though not even a minute passed before screams echoed from the cell across from mine. I knew who it was and even he knew no one was coming, so why was he bothering.
I turned over and pulled the covers up above my ears, it helped blocked most of the noise out. And soon I was sound asleep.
Morning began when the guards came round and unlocked the cells, after striking them with their batons.
No such thing as a lie in here.
I stretched my arms out and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, swung my legs out and dipped my feet into my footwear. I yawned before getting up and making my way over to my desk to open my breakfast pack.
I'd picked out cornflakes this time, I picked up my bowl and opened the cornflakes into it before pouring the milk on top, added a little sugar on top as well before eating it. Wasn't bad. Possibly one of the few things in here that had any taste to it.
After that I went to make myself a cup of tea, I filled the kettle from the sink and turned it on. While I was waiting for it to heat up I got a mug out and put the remainder of the milk and a tea bag in. The kettle pinged to tell me it was finished and I poured the water in, swilled it around with a spoon and then removed the tea bag, tossing it into the toilet.
Whilst I waited for it to cool a little so I could drink it without burning the roof of my mouth off I made some toast. Why they gave us three slices instead of four was stupid. The toaster could only take two slices at a time, and if you just did one slice it would come out over done, also known as fucking burnt. I slid the slices inside and pulled a small metal blade out from behind my desk. We weren't allowed to have knives, not even the plastic ones as I've mentioned before, but that didn't stop us from making our own out of what we could find in here.
Take a toothbrush for example, snap the head off just right and you'll be left with a nice sharp point. Now you use a rough wall edge to shave that down you can make it sharper, or sharp enough to stab some bitch if you wanted what he had and he wasn't very forthcoming with just giving it up to you. Stupid little punks.
I had an actual metal blade though. I've never needed to stab someone with it, they all respect me enough to keep out of my damn way. Plus I needed it to spread my toast. If you got caught with these tools, they called them contraband, they would put you into solitary confinement. Those that had a bitch meant bad news, cause someone else could claim ownership of them and then they would have to fight to get them back again.
The toast popped out and I spread the slices with the butter and then with the jam, I ate them as I sipped away at my cooled mug of tea pondering over what I would do that day. Well, first plan of the day was to have a shower, then I guess maybe watch some TV in the entertainment room, go in the gym for a bit, wander around the yard outside for some fresh air, have lunch, repeat the same entertainment, have dinner, collect breakfast and return to my cell again.
I finished eating and drinking, cleared up my remaining edibles into the cupboard and put my dirty dishes into the sink with the tap left running on them. Hey I didn't pay the water bill here, wasn't a problem for me. The tap would remove the worst of the food from them. Same old, same old.
I picked up a towel, some shampoo and after changing my footwear for the shower-approved ones I made my way over to them. Apparently they only cared about health and safety when it came to the possibility of slipping and breaking your neck in the showers. Hmm. Guess that could be another way out.
Although I never let on, I had considered different modes of suicide to take. Considered, thought out but never attempted. As much as I wanted to get out of here and end my suffering from being kept here like some kind of purgatory waiting room customer, I just couldn't bring myself to commit suicide like that. I would much rather go down in a hail of bullets from a gun fight with the guards. Hmm. Needed a gun first.
I arrived at the showers to find plenty of other inmates in there already, they knew I'd entered and although they glanced at me they didn't jeer or throw anything in my direction, like they were known to do with younger inmates. Younger and inexperienced ones that didn't understand what the soap was for.
As I made my way down the aisle of showers, passing all the others, pothead was coming my way. Pothead the Porcupine. Classic name, I often wondered exactly who came up with it and wished it had been me. Maybe I could say it was me anyway, no one would challenge me over it anyway, they knew what they'd get for it.
Pothead was looking at the floor as he made his way across in my direction, he didn't even look up at me. I watched him as he grew nearer and nearer to me, before he jumped slightly seeing me in front of him.
I smirked as he began to jitter at me, apologising for not seeing me and that he would make it up to me, the usual things he would say. I saw the fearful look in his yellow eyes for a split second as I closed mine and moved around him towards the showers. I didn't have time for that.
I didn't have time to listen to others whining, moaning, complaining or anything else. My mood was the same this morning as it was every morning and throughout the day. I didn't give a rats ass about anyone else in here. All I wanted to do was the stuff I did, to get through the day and be away from everyone else that was in here.
I reached the cubicle I intended to use that morning, drew the curtain across the rail that was just above my waist, stripped out of my clothing and put it to one side where it wouldn't get wet and turned the shower on.
The luke warm water hit my body and ran down my fur, gently soaking it through in minutes. I hadn't even reached for my shampoo when someone dropped their soap and the morning entertainment began.
