I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me. He kept on thinking it over and over. Brainwashing himself. He remembers that day when he first got there. His mother cried as she left him. She never visited. "Be a good boy." She would say. "Don't worry about me...I'll be fine." She was sick. Cancer. He was locked in this room when she died. He spent his birthday in here, alone. He first met Sir Calvin in here. He felt like a monster.
"Any silence you hear that shouldn't happen. You go in there. We can't have another one okay?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Calvin? Are you there...I need you." No one was there in the dark box anymore.
He slowly ripped one of his bandages off. He saw the fresh red lines. He touched them. It burned in such a tender way on his cold skin. He cried. He tried to stay silent. For when the guards would see him next, he would be gone.
He saw crimson. He felt the warm light of wonderland. He spoke the words that no screwed up teenager would ever speak. Which were his last words to the doctor. The words where she realized his inconstancies and his innocence. She never saw him the same way after they came out of his mouth.
He held a staple to his inner elbow. "For in that sleep if death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil." And then release.
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Solitary
TeenfikceKelly is a teenage boy sent to solitary confinement in an adult prison for a crime that is yet to be determined if he is innocent. He begins to lose his sanity and his freedom. This is a story that is being told for other teens and how they suffer.
