time goes by really slowly when your in jail. there's not much to do: sleep, eat, workout, more sleep, more eating, and the occasional visit from the lawyer. speaking of lawyer visits, yea, mine didn't go to well. all my lawyer said was "well there's very strong evidence against you mr. baker," which translates to "your fucked". great.
after yet another disappointing lawyer visit, i decided i needed a nap to clear my head. i walked down the long line of empty cells-it was "recess" time. there was something odd though; there was a guard standing outside of matt's cell. sure enough, it was this one who was a real prick, and he was hitting the bars with his baton. i just really wanted to punch that guy.
"whats going on?" i asked him as stood beside him, looking at matt.
"just got some big news," he said smirking. what the hell was he smiling about?
"oh yea, whats that?" still looking at matt. he was staring at the wall blankly.
"looks like the creep's mom kicked the bucket. heh, he's so dead inside that he isn't even upset. what a freak, huh?" the guard laughed. i told you he was a prick.
i looked at matt, studying his face. the more i looked, the more i saw it, his sadness. his eyes looked red and glazed over. he wanted to cry, but he just couldn't.
"can you let me in there?" i asked the guard, still looking at matt. he shot me a weird look.
"are you suicidal, kid?"
"just let me the fuck in there and go away." i was tired of this guy. he shrugged ok and unlocked the cell, allowing me to enter.
"i'll leave the door open, just in case you need to run," and he walked off. i tried to sense some humor in his tone, but there was none.
i walked in, and took a seat next to matt. he didnt react, just kept staring at the wall. i tried to think of something to say, but no words came to mind. i mean, what do you say to a guy whose mother died?
"if you wanna talk, i'm here," was all i could think of. but he responded, turning his head and facing towards me. his eyes were not dead at all, but sad. i could see the tears start whelling up, and hear his breathing get heavy. and in one swift motion, he grabbed hold of me, burying his head into my chest. he started to...cry? but monsters don't cry, do they?
i didn't know whether or not to believe it. but as i looked down at him, i could see it was all real. matt was a human, and he was in pain. i wrapped my arms around him, patting him on the back and telling him it would all be okay. he dug his fingers into my back as he cried harder, and at first i flinched, but after a bit i got over it.
i dont know how long i was there, but i must have dozed off in the process. i opened my eyes, forgetting where i was at first, remembering everything when i saw matt's arms still around me. he was asleep on my now tear soaked shirt. i tried to move, doing as best as i could not to wake him, but that plan failed. he stirred, opening one puffy eye at a time. when he realized that he was practically on top of me, he quickly shot up, drying his eyes off.
"sorry about that," he spoke barely above a whisper, his voice raspy from crying.
"dont worry about it," i patted him on the back, giving him a smile. he smiled weakly back. monsters dont smile
i got up to leave, and matt took hold of my wrist.
"whats your name?" he asked in the same low tone.
"zacky."
"nice to meet you zacky. i tried asking you before, but your friend pulled you away," he smiled, letting go of my wrist. i smiled back once more, and walked back to my cell. flopping myself on my bunk, i looked up at the ceiling, replaying what had just happened in my head. nobody can call matt "it" anymore, not after that.
