The next day Nanna dropped me off at the prison early so I could get an early start. When she left I checked in and rushed down to the lowest levels of the building. Steel doors covered almost every single wall of the prison, and I couldn't help but wonder if there were more prisoners like the one that I knew. Although I was very anxious to get to him, I took my time examining the different sounds coming behind each door.
One of them was a buzzing, another a high-pitched screeching, and even some gruesome snipping sounds from one. In no time, though, I was at my destination. He cringed at the lighting when I opened the door again, but visually relaxed when he realized it was me. I smiled and greeted him with a simple "Hey," to which be just stared at me intently as a response.
I went and sat down next to him before opening my bag and setting up all the stuff I had. When I pulled out my lunch box and started lining up the food in front of him he tried scooching a little closer to me. Offering him a smile, I held out a small slice of bread for him. He took it greatfully and practically swallowed it as soon as it was in his mouth. It went this way with almost every other piece of food I gave him. I wouldn't be eating lunch today, but it was fine as long as long as he had eaten.
Finally I tried talking to him. Just a small " How's it going?" put his red irises right on me. Up close they were even more impressive. He seemed to be examining me with a great interest. Holding out my hand I tried another approach. "My name's John Egbert. What's yours?"
In response he looked down and I just barely saw his mouth moving. Before I could form a response he looked up at me and his gaze was so intense it could've shattered a glass. "Why?" he whispered.
My eyes widened. Oh my god he can talk! Somewhat regaining my composure I asked, "Why what?"
He scowled and looked down and I could see his shoulders tense up. "Why do you want to know my name? I'm just a freak that no one likes! My very presence makes everyone quake in utter disgust!" he protested, and I could hear him choking on his words.
I reached over and put my hand one of his bony shoulders. "Hey you're not disgusting. Actually, you're pretty fucking awesome in my opinion."
He glared at me. "So what does it matter? You're opinion isn't important so who cares?"
"Well my opinion means a whole lot to me, so therefore it's important." I shrugged.
His eyes widened and he looked down. "Dave." he whispered.
"Hm?"
He looked up, confidence in his eyes. "My name. I'm Dave."
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