The End Of My World

Chapter 14

   It's been about a week, and I'm already really pissed off. He keeps stealing my fucking pudding. You know, I never really thought I could get so mad at something like that. But It's too late, the Prison life has completely swallowed me whole. I just had to figure out how the hell I was going to keep her from taking my pudding. As I was laying in my bed waiting for lunch, I finally figured out what I was going to do.

   Once it was time for lunch, I made my way down stairs and grabbed a lunch tray. I then walked over to Sheila and Clark and sat with then, and waiting for her to come and attempt to steal my pudding. As I waited for her, I started to get impatient. But then I felt her from behind. She was waiting for me to notice her. But she didn't know that I already knew that she was there. I grabbed the pudding, stood up as fast as I could, turned around, and smashed the pudding cup on top of her head. From the look on her, and everyone else's faces, I was dead. Literally dead. But I had a plan B. I had been making a shank out of my toothbrush this whole entire week, so if she wanted to try something, I was gonna try harder. She was about to punch me when I struck first. But instead of punching I grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her in. Once we were face to face, I grabbed the shank and held it up to her face. 

   Caroline: No. Me first.

   I looked her directly in the eyes, faces still close, and slowly licked some of the pudding off of her face. 

   Caroline: Stop stealing my pudding, okay?

   I looked at her and smiled while licking the pudding from my lips. 

   Puddin': You're gonna regret this Blondie.

   I didn't care if I was going to regret it later. All I wanted right now was for her to stop stealing my pudding. I was sick of it. I didn't care what was going to happen later, I only cared about my pudding. I let her go and sat back down with my food and resumed eating. Puddin' and whoever she was with, walked away with her. As I was eating, Sheila and Clark were staring at me like a had done something crazy.

   Clark: You got guts kid. I like that about you. 

   Sheila: I ain't never seen no one do that to her. She's gonna come back and kill you Micky.

   Caroline: Awe, I have a nickname to my nickname now, I like it. But I don't care if she kills me, it doesn't matter to me.

   Clark: Well, you better try to survive, you don't want to go out looking like a quitter.

   Caroline: Oh no, I'll definitely try.

   Sheila: That's my girl!

   After lunch, I went back up to the room by myself, Sheila and Clark stayed down there. Once I made it back to the room, someone closed it from behind. Puddin'. She was with a couple other people. Screwdriver was sitting on the bed, obviously wanting nothing to do with the situation to come. I turned around to see Puddin' staring at me. She was pissed. I didn't care though, I didn't like her as much as she didn't like me.

   Puddin': Quite the stunt you pulled there Blondie. 

   Caroline: What can I say, I'm clever.

   Puddin': Do you know what happened to the last person that did something like that to me?

   Caroline: What? Did you kill them or something?

   Puddin': Nothing. Mainly because no one's ever done that to me, ever. So let's just say that I'm gonna kill you. You can do what you'd like. Scream. Cry. Beg for mercy, but I'm not gonna stop.

   Before I could even say anything else, I pulled out my shank and ran towards her. Puddin' walked back and her two other friends went in front. But like I said before, I never back down from I fight, so I went in stabbing as much as I could. I got them both, they weren't dead, but they were stabbed. Puddin' was looking at me. Staring.

   Puddin': Wow. You are fucking crazy, aren't you.

   Caroline: Get them out of my room.

   Puddin': Your room? I didn't know we were claiming things now. 

   Caroline: Just get them out, I don't like messes.

   Puddin': I'll see you later on Blondie.

   She walked out of the room. I didn't really understand what I had done until Screwdriver came down from her bed and looked at me.

   Screwdriver: You better hope she don't slit your throat while your sleeping.

   Caroline: Don't worry, I've got it handled. 

   I went to bed that night pretty confident. Everyone saw or just knew what I had done. Clark told me that once a reputation is built, people tend to back off a little more. I was pretty happy about that, I just wanted to be left alone while I rotted in this place. I wanted peace.