Gary leaned on his sink as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He couldn't tell how bad it really was because of the crap lighting, but he could imagine since the pain was killing him. He turned around and looked at his surroundings—ah, Solitary Confinement. The room was tiny and could barely fit a bed, a toilet and a sink, but it looked a lot nicer than his other room. He walked over and sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the door. He could see people walk by occasionally and heard the screams of several other patients in Solitary Confinement.
"MEAL TIME" yelled a black nurse as he walked around to each door with his concession trolley, unlatching the sliding panel and pushing a tray of god knows what into the rooms. Gary stood waiting by the door. The man came by and unlatched the panel and slid the tray inside. Gary's nostrils flared up. "Ugh! This crap smells worse than Edna's at Bullworth!" he said, hesitating before grabbing the tray.
"You know Edna?" asked the black nurse in a deep, raspy voice. Gary sat the tray down on his bed and stepped back to the door. "Yeah. Crazy hag nearly poisoned us everyday with her food—you know her?" he asked, leaning on the little shelf where the food sat at to see if he could get a glimpse at the man, but Gary was startled when the man leaned down and stared at him. His eyes were nearly clouded over with cataracts, his skin looked as black as the night, and he had graying dreadlocks that looked as if they had been growing since when he was Gary's age—stunk like it too. He blinked twice. "I know you…" he said, smirking a bit. "You're that naughty boy everyone always talks about"
Gary smirked. "They talk about me?" The man nodded, but then quickly disappeared out of sight as a few other patients began to complain. Gary watched him as he circled around the room and then glanced back at his door. "Oops. Forgot to close that one—" he mumbled as he walked over and grabbed the latch. Before sliding it shut, he leaned down again and smiled a crooked yellow smile. "We'll talk next time, boy."
Gary sat down on his bed and looked at his food. It looked gross, but he was hungry and rather happy that he was being talked about while he was "away". He grabbed the fork and dug into some questionable goo that resembled spaghetti—already chewed up. It didn't taste too bad, better than Edna's ever was. The bread was hard as a rock and stale, the water was dirty and there was over cooked and unseasoned collard greens with bacon fat as a vegetable, but it was food. He was surprised that he ate it all, but he was starving.
After his meal, he kept his fork and placed the tray down by the door where they came to pick it up when they feel like it. With his fork he decided to carve his name into the wall where he noticed a few other patients did the same thing. GARY WAS HERE. Took him forever it seemed to carve that simple sentence into the rock wall that surrounded him, though his was the deepest carving there. To pass the time, he went around and read everything everyone else had written—there is no god but my god, thou shalt kill, Mark was X, Mark was X too, Mark has been X too long, I killed Mark, and Jack, and Barry, and the Muffin Man. Gary laughed as he read them all and looked at the doodles he saw as well. He then decided to add another. He sat on his knees, facing the wall his bed was on and began carving into the wall. By the time he had finished his masterpiece, he was very tired and the sun was coming up. He crawled off the bed and stood back, admiring his work. It was as long as his bed and was deeply engraved into the wall—DEATH TO JIMMY.