Story of Bob

12- Changes

In an attempt to fulfilling this part of my mission, I , Bob am bound in solitary confinement. The room I am in is vast and empty, but it is deafeningly quiet. It is painted in white and the only source of light originates from is a small hole at the roof, which I look up in desperation for freedom, praying for Death to swing his scythe across my soul.

'Hello, Bob. Eat this food. Gain the energy and the audacity  again so that you can beat up the prison warden again. And also if you try breaking of prison, a treat shall be given unto you', a guard mocked, handing me a slice of bread with bits of mould in them.

Despite hating this food, I accepted it grudgingly as I had no choice left.

My arms aching from being stretched and chained apart caused me to bite my tongue thus preventing me from insulting the guard in return.

My head was struggling to lift itself up due to the lethargy injection they gave me yesterday on Tuesday morning.

A soldier, assigned to check up on me walked across the room and monitored me carefully.

This man won't leave me alone! When will he go?, I thought.

My eyes peered into the hole at the top of the ceiling, thinking of my freedom from this blank void of a room. Then I switched my focus to the ground beneath me which was an empty metal bathtub with electrical circuits at high voltage. Inside of the tub was boiling water which was constantly heated. 

These guards were plotting my death right under my nose. This is so different since the prisoners who were sentenced to death were immediately either butchered or blindfolded, beaten, rubbed in salt and vinegar then fall off to their deaths by either get torn apart by the prison dogs or hanged. Worst of all, even get chopped up into cat meal for my distant furry buddy, Pat the cat which was once a pet to a postman who died of the raging virus.

This deafeningly silent hell which penetrated my soul and slowly  unwired my brain over time and my muscles, ripping apart despite all the work I put in for the last seven years, five months and twenty days on my body and mind and also three week on the development of the mathematical formula to save the world.

After two weeks, I, Bob was never the same. Mentally, spiritually and physically, I was shattered after enduring this hell. My friend Winston who was in training to be a prison chef due to his good behaviour and exemplary leadership, grew concerned, sending letters to me in the sickbay. As for Pat, she looked at me with kitten eyes, though she was aging, with empathy.

As for the rest of the people in the prison, things changed too, thanks to the fact that the authoratative prison warden of my male inmate group, retired.

The outside world also changed as finally, statistics started to show progress in terms of the virus' decline as mentioned from news on the radio.

Mary, my assistant's life changed too. She got married (even though I missed it) and as of current, has officially pregnant. Got this info from a note which she gave me since her recent last visit. I noticed a slight bump on her white blouse and observed that her eyes were empty and her form to be one battling different emotions. 

Stuck in my bed, I closed my eyes, seeing visions of change in my mind. Truly, the element I dreaded and acknoweldge: change.

change,

CHANGE;

Changes.