After a year, the nightmares continued every night, i always recalled the last part of my dream, someone or something was lurking in the corner of my cell looking over me while i slept and i would open my eyes to see his deadly stare inches away from my very own face but in reality no one would be there.
I'd sit in bed with my head in my hands and sweat streaming down my face, sometimes my cell mate would be awake to ask what was wrong but i only replied with the same answer everytime."Bad dream" and i would be awake for the rest of the night too afraid to close my eyes again.
The sleepless nights were starting to take their toll on my appearance as well, blood shot eyes were a norm for me and the dark circles under my eyes didn't really help the situation either.
It was that time of the day again where everyone who had loved one's or friends was taken to the visitors room to speak with them, i very rarely had visitor's, but an unexpected one turned up that very day.
A person who i didn't really want to see face to face and a person who was hurt by the pain i had brought upon everyone a year ago that very night.
I was escorted by the guards into a private room as my visitor requested to see me privately and once again metal shackles binded my wrists to prevent me attacking my visitor, he was already sat at the table when i arrived, he was neatly dressed for this occassion which confused me, it wasn't the time or the place, his fists cletched on the table surface when he saw me approach and he lowered his head unable to look at me further, but my eyes where locked on to him like a hawk ready to swoop down on it's prey.
The guard pulled an unstable loooking chair from underneath the table and i roughly flopped down onto it not wanting to advert my gaze from the man sat opposite. The guards then retreated and stood in each corner of the room.
"I'm never going to forgive you for what you did" He mumbled with his face still hidden away
"I'm sorry Dougie i didn't quite catch that, all i could hear was some weird noises" I replied spitefully as i leaned back on my chair picking at my nails which had accumulated some dirt underneath, i looked up and could see he was still finding it hard to look me in the eye so i called the guards over to take me back to my cell as i felt Dougie was wasting my time, he must have seen me leave from the corner of his eye as he suddenly let out a huge outburst.
"You Murdered And Tortured Him For His Money! How Could You...You Psycho Bitch?!"
I stopped walking and let out a small chuckle as i turned, he was red faced with anger looking straight at me with hatred in his eyes, i slowly strolled back in his direction, knowing the guards had a very close eye on me
"Hmm...Lolly Martin murdered the famous Danny Jones just for his money, sounds good doesn't it? I bet that was the story printed in all the papers around the country and maybe around the world if i'm lucky..." I said getting closer to Dougie by the second.
I noticed his face had gone from angry to scared and he gulped hard as i stood right it front of him the only thing protecting us both was the table, i slowly sat back down on the chair, this time his eyes watched me intensely worried that i was going to attack
"That story is not the truth though Dougie. Would you like to know the truth? Only me and Danny know the real story" I smirked again as i tried to mask my true feelings, i felt tears starting to form in my eyes but i did everything i could to hold them back.
I made myself comfortable on the chair with my hands clasped in front of me on the table, i opened my mouth ready to speak when i was interupted by a voice over the tannoy, Dougie looked around the room wondering where it was coming from as there wasn't a speaker in sight
"Would prisoners please return to their cells"
I huffed and puffed annoyed that i didn't get much time to speak with Dougie, i smiled weakly at him and walked upto the guard, i took one last look at Dougie and vice versa, before being taken back to my cell.