[AAAAAAHHHHH! I can't take this hell for one more minute!]
I pound the wall in frustration. I've only been here for about a week now and I already wanna kill someone. It's not the silence and sitting around for hours with no air that bothers me, I'm used to that. It's my roommates. We were all so happy to be reunited again, but that lasted only about five hours. Then night time came and… that's when it all went to hell. Nico and Uno decided to have their evening fun-times, such as watching way too girly of anime and having pillow fights. Then Uno snores very loud and Nico sleep talks. And between all that is Jyugo. He has tried to escape, for fun might I add, every night now. Every time he gets caught, the bald guard throws our door open, throws Jyugo inside, and slams the door back. I forgot how much fun it was having a cell to myself…. I get up out of bed and head to the door. I need some fresh air...
I'm about to grab the door handle when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around ready to kick the mystery person between the legs, but I stop when I see its Jyugo. He holds up his hands.
"Jeez, careful!" He laughs silently.
I'm not surprised to see him because usually he and I stay up together. Jyugo stays up for two days before he needs to sleep. I'm an insomniac so I don't really sleep much…it just always brings up..painful memories. Either way, it kinda sucks when you have no one around to talk to.
"You gonna try and escape?" Jyugo asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Well… not really. I just wanted to be by myself for a minute… I just need some quiet from everyone." I fling open the door before Jyugo can respond, leaving the dark room and moving into the bright hallway. The lights are blinding and outside the window, the sky is covered in darkness. I've never tried to leave at night… it's peaceful. And now once again, my peaceful thoughts are interrupted by a hand grasping my shoulder. I assume it's Jyugo following me, but when I glance down at the hand, it's white and gloved. My body freezes. It's not Jyugo… it's a warden.
But of course, they would have guards wandering the hall…
[GAHHHH! I'm such a careless idiot! But wait… I would've never been this careless before… what happened?]
The grip tightens around my shoulder.
[It's not the blue-haired pretty boy...I'm taller than him...and he isn't this stron-…..ohhhhhhhhh sshhhiii-]
"Hello there inmate, 53." Said the gruff voice behind me. "I don't believe I have properly introduced myself from our last encounter. My name is Hajime. I've been appointed the leader of cellblock 13. Now…" His hand tightens, almost to the point of breaking my shoulder. I am halfway relieved aside from the iron grip on my arm. He sounds halfway decent.
"What. Are. You. Doing. Out. Of. Your. Cell?!" He pulls out his gun, pointing it at my head. I just stand there, enduring his warm heavy breath down my neck. I chuckle a small psychotic laugh.
"What's so funny, inmate?" Hajime growls.
"It's just your gun! If it didn't work the first time, what makes you think it will work now?!" I give a little girly laugh.
"That's why I specially ordered bullets filled with holy water!" He says, jamming the point of his gun into my head. I take the risk and turn around. Hajime flinches but keeps the gun poised, now aiming in the middle of my forehead.
"You are a very, very, very rude man Hajime. Holy Water is meant for demons." I pretend to care by gasping. "Are you considering me a demon!?"
"Well, no shit! You're definitely not human! Your shoulder dripped black blood and then it magically healed! And your papers don't even say your race so obviously, I think you're a demon!"
Hajime seems to be sweating and his posture is in a stance of fear. His face doesn't show it though… What a mask this dude has. I slowly begin to sarcastically clap.
"Good job Detective Hajime! You're officially the blindest man I have ever seen! Listen to yourself! You only see in black and white, there is more to the picture than what you're seeing." Laughter echoes the hallway… my laughter. I tilt my head back and my lips curl into a villainous, smug smirk as I outstretch my arms to the sky. My laughter abruptly stops.
"You know Hajime… you're funny…" I tilt my head just enough for me to glare at him. "But now I'm bored… why don't you… amuse me?" My face twisted into a grin so terrifying that any normal man would probably wet themselves. With swift fast movements, I manage to kick the gun out of his hand and make the giant man drop to his knees. I giggle.
"What's up with you?! I expected you to be better than this!" I slam my foot into his face before he can react. From there...I can't stop. The kicks grow faster and harder, and my laughter more out of control.
"What's wrong Hajime?! Don't have the balls to hit a girl?!" Kick after kick...and even more kicking… Hajime was spitting up blood profusely.
This was it.
This is my breaking point.
I can't stop… I'm not even myself anymore. This is because my mental state; it's usually kept under control because of the medicine, but they haven't gotten any of my meds yet…
There's no stopping me. My body is no longer mine.
I want to stop… I would never beat a guard this close to death… But… it feels so good! I stop kicking for a moment just to look at the sorry state of my victim. That was mistake number two. That small break somehow gave the beaten-up Hajime time to jump up and grab ahold of my neck. His grip immediately tightens. It's not as tight as before though, I'm guessing because of his weak state. He coughs up blood unto my prison uniform, making it filthy… more filthy then it already was. Hajime slowly grins at me,
"You wrong…." He mutters, "I do have the balls…" He is dripping more blood with every movement. Suddenly out of nowhere a giant fist strikes my face
"And besides….you were never a "Girl" to begin with" His eyes flash evilly in my direction. He slowly removes his fist from my face, revealing a broken nose, dripping blood. Black Blood. Hajime stares at my nose and snickers as if to say 'My point exactly'. I raise my shaky hands and put them around my nose.
*Crack* *Pop*
Just like that, my nose stops bleeding and it looks perfectly normal again. Hajime flinches, but his hand remains around my neck. We stare at each other for what seemed like ages before...the unexpected happened. Tears began to flow. From My eyes! I can feel them, cold and wet, running down my face. Hajime quickly releases my neck. What is happening? I'm not even sad! But I can feel it now...all my emotions..all my hurt is coming back. Bruises that looked like it was nothing at all...began to burn and sting like hell. My neck was the worst and I think some of my feet bones are broken. I slump down to the blood-soaked floor and put my hands over my face. The tears started to pour even harder, covering my hands and checks. I feel a hand placed on my shoulder and look up to see Hajime...with a softened face. I try to apologize, but no words will come out...my mouth is just flapping. Hajime smiles at me….and that's the last thing I ever see. The last thing I ever felt was a hard blow to the side of my head. Now I'm numb….and my world...is a pure black.
Hajime POV
Why is she crying?! Is this to throw me off guard? I smile.
[This is my chance. Stop her now why she is distracted]
I mustered all the strength I could and punched my fist into the side of her head. I hit her just right, knocking her unconscious. Bingo. I let the unconscious thing collapse onto the floor. I glance around at my surroundings...and then I slump to the floor. Blood stained my clothes...and the floor...that will be fun to clean up later. I look over my shoulder to see the gi-...thing laying there on the floor. Her feet were sliced open and bruised and blood was dripping from her nose. I lean my head against the wall with a loud thud. I'm internally bleeding...I can tell, hope Seitarōu comes by soon. No wait….I can't let my subordinate see me in this state, I'm supposed to be the leader here. I hear footsteps coming down the hall but they're not the sound of boots….it's more of a light-stepping. I don't move my head but I glance in that direction, suddenly Jyugo comes around the corner.
[FUCK]
His eyes widen and stare at disbelief. His mouth is quivering and his eyes became watery. He begins to walk closer, slowly, one step at a time. His mouth flaps like he is trying to speak but can't. Through pain, I grab my gun off the blood-soaked floor. The gun slides in my hand a bit but I grip it to the best of my ability.
"Jeez Jyugo, I didn't know you could even show emotions….you heartless fish. So I dare you! Take one step closer inmate, but I will not hesitate."
Jyugo abruptly stops in his tracks. He begins to shake...but with what? Anger? Sadness? Submission? An ominous aura begins to flow from his fingers and around his entire body. In the blink of an eye, his arms turn giant swords that go all the way to his elbow. His eyes turn into a demon red and full of hate, hate for me.
"Y-you BITCH!" His voice echoes through the empty halls. "I will give you three seconds to explain yourself!"
I laugh "You've got some balls, ordering a warden around when your just an inmate" I stiffen "Now put those away and walk back to your cell"
Jyugo laughs, curling his lips into a villainous smile. He laughs, "I don't think that you are comprehending the situation that you are in Hajime. You weak and can barely stand, I could easily cut you in half" He lungs at me, blades ready. I shoot at him.
*Click* *Click*
[oh, of COURSE, the damn gun jams RIGHT NOW]
Jyugo is coming at me quicker now….I need to think! What will make him stop?
"How would she feel? How would prisoner 53 feel if she found me dead and you the killer?"
Jyugo abruptly stops in his tracks, the blade inches away from my nose. "What the hell are you talking about?"
I glare at him. "You know exactly what I mean you psychotic freak. I've seen the way you stare at her, longing in your eyes. I am most surprised, I didn't know you could be capable of such feelings."
I crawl away from Jyugo's blades, moving my useless body towards prisoner 53. I lay by her feet and glare up at Jyugo.
"She would wake up to a dead warden and eventually your sin would catch up to you. One little slip, spilling all the little deeds you've done."I feel somewhat bad for using this as bait...oh no...wait...I don't feel bad. Jyugo flinches, knowing I'm right. Jyugo reluctantly forces his blades to disappear, becoming bony hands again. He turned on his heel and walked away. I doubt that this is over but for now, it is. I manage to haul my ass off the ground and drag the prisoner behind me. I pull her all the way to solitary, where she will stay until I can think of what to do with her.
My POV
My body is numb.I can hear faintly the voices of people shouting and the sound of something scraping against the floor. Then no more.Soon my head is pounding so bad like someone took a 20-pound weight and slammed my head in with it. My clothes are wet and sticky, probably from the blood.
[Damn is Hajime so indecent that he won't even change my clothes?}]
I clenched my chest..not because of pain...and, not lack of pills...something else that needs to be done. I unpick my lock and walk around cell 13. This entire place is a maze, every turn you take looks the same as the last, turn after turn...it's making me sick. Finally, I find the room I'm looking for, the kitchen. I'm not hungry...I don't eat food. At all. I can never eat normally again.. I've haven't eaten a real meal in 8 years. No, I'm in the kitchen for a different reason. Drawer after drawer, pantry after pantry...still nothing. Until, the last drawer...I find what I'm looking for. The blades looked nice and freshly sharpened, perfect. I grab the blades and head to a nearby closet.
[Finally...I can relieve some much-needed stress]
I roll up my pants, to reveal scars of plenty. Some from days in the past...some are fresh. You can tell from the way they look, some are a pale white and some are a crimson red. From some reason... self-inflicted harm does not seem to heal on my body...only damage caused by others. The metal knives feel nice and cold on my skin as I try to find a place of my scared legs to make the incision. Most people would cry or back out of it..no..not me..I've done this for as long as I remember. For depression...or just because I could...in this moment, it's because I could.
[So let's just get this done]
I insert the knife into my leg, black blood pours out in small streams down my leg. I sigh slightly...it's not enough.