matt's pov
zacky walked me back to my cell after lunch, i guess making sure i didnt fall asleep in the hallway. i flopped on my bed, burying my head in my pillow, trying to concentrate on sleep. zacky rubbed my neck, which felt pretty good...not gonna make me sleep though. i cant sleep. if i sleep i'm dead. i heard zacky let out a little huff in disappointment, guess 'cause he knew i was still awake. he started scratching my head, and tugging at my hair. with each tug, i shut my eyes and saw her, my girlfriend. she would always do that to me; she knew how much i liked it, especially when we...well, you know. the more i saw her, the more i wanted her. fuck, this boy felt just like her! i had to stop him before, oh fuck.
"mmmmm....dont do that," i moaned, yes moaned, to the kid. he probably thinks i'm some sort of freak.
"does that hurt?" he's so innocent this one
"nah, that's not why," i really need to stop moaning.
"unless you want me to rape you, you better stop," i laughed. well, lets just say he got the point quick and jumped away.
"well, i'm gonna go meet up with the guys outside, so you get some sleep, alright?" he said so fast i could barely understand him. i pushed my head further into my pillow.
"yea, yea, yea" was my only reply. i heard him leave and shook my head. i'm not gonna sleep; i can't sleep.
i looked around, and i was not in my cell, just one big room. guards surrounded me from every angle, and there were no doors to run to. the maddens sat in the corner, laughing at me. next thing i know, i'm knocked to the ground, my head hitting hard against the concrete. then i see him, zacky. he's running towards me. i try to tell him to stop, but no words come out. he keeps running, even as one guard pulls out a gun. i wave my arms, try to shout, but he cant hear me, and next thing i kno he's falling to the ground. i get up to help him, but i feel a heavy blow to the back of my head
i get up in a cold sweat. looks like i fell asleep after all. but something was wrong; the back of my head was throbbing. i reached my hand up, brushing it over the pain. it felt wet. i looked at my hand, now coated in blood. i thought that was a dream? i raised my body to get up, but i was quickly stopped by a blow to my back. i fell back down on my bunk and glanced over. four guards stood around me, each armed with batons. they were going to beat me to death. the guard closest to me swung his baton again, hitting me in the jaw. i felt it snap out of place. he lifted his baton again, and swung it with all his might, but i was faster. i caught his baton in my grasp, taking it from him and hitting him hard over the head with it. i got up to deal with the others, first snapping my jaw back in place. they looked at me, clearly scared shitless. they came at me one by one, they first two went down easily. the last one left was the one i hated the most; the prick who was tormenting me when my mother died. he came at me, swinging his baton like a madman. but as i showed before, i have quick reflexes. i grabbed the baton out of his hand and threw it to the ground along with the one in my hand. i wanted to kill him with my bare hands, not a baton like some fucking pussy. i hit him full force in the stomach, causing him to drop to the ground. i got on top of him, punching him repeatedly in the face. i was so into what i was doing that i didnt even notice him reach into his pocket, the biggest mistake i ever made. in one split second i went from punching him to grasping my chest. i looked down and saw blood spewing out of a puncture wound. the bitch had a switchblade. i rolled off him, grabbing my chest, trying to breathe but it was so hard. i was panting like a dog. i could hear the guard coming up from behind me. he was going to try to get me again, but i wouldn't allow that. with the little strength i had, i swung around and tackled him. we struggled for a bit, but i got hold of his head and smashed it into the concrete several times. there's no coming back from that.
once i was sure he was dead, i climbed off the guard's body. i tried to stand, but i was too woozy from the blood loss; my shirt was completely red. i fell back down, landing face first on the ground. just breathe, i told myself, just breathe. i tried as hard as i could, but before i knew it, everything turned black.
