Prison friends

People always wonder how you don't get crazy. Truth is, you do. Life within four walls is draining. Anyone telling you something else is lying. Nobody knew that better than you. You had told yourself you would stop, behave and not listen to the voices in your head, but it had become impossible. That's why you're still here, hanging on a thin thread inside your prison cell, talking to yourself. Or whatever voice that keeps you entertained. You fear becoming crazy, that's fun, and you need to have fun to survive. Right now, life isn't that thrilling. You couldn't help wondering, if life isn't fun, what's the point of living?

The voices recently came back. Shock, you haven't always been like this. What happened was a tragedy. The kind the whole country should've grieved, but instead it was only you eating his Turkish Delight inside your own prison cell. You don't even like Turkish delight, but that was the only thing he left for you. You tried to stop yourself from thinking of him, you didn't want to give him that power. You're over him. You have already forgotten about his hazel brown eyes, his broad shoulders, and irritating smile.

You have no memory of him. You deleted them actually. You don't even remember his way with words. The way he always had to be the smartest in the room. He used to say you needed to read more books, and you did, or... you let him read them to you. The last one he read before he left was quite entertaining. It was called, 'The No in Love: Demaraction and devotion in the erotic relationship.' You loved it, most of all because you got to listen to his dark, husky voice for hours whisper the most erotic words you can imagine. He tried to tell me that it was an important point behind the book, but you forgot the second he called you his little bird.

How can you even be his, when he's not here. He is a bad, bad man. Leaving his bird to fly alone. Who does that? Leave their pet alone? It's evil. He is evil, and you have no time for his sins. After all, you're wearing white. You're pure, you're innocent. Moving between the fabrics, elegant, alone. You're fine. You're fine. You're fine, without him.

In the distance you could hear heavy footsteps. They might be far away, but by the sound of their steps you could count four men walking towards you. You should've probably jumped down, and sit nicely on the floor, but you're not their pet, are you?

"Baa baa black sheep, do you think i'm a fool?" You begin to sing to the beat of their footsteps.

"Yes, sir, yes sir,

You think I'm dumb,

Listen to the guard,

Listen to the dame,

Follow what the baron say-"

You stopped dead in your tracks, not a note came out of your mouth. The steps came closer, and they sounded differently. One of them wasn't on beat with the others. One was the odd one out. You could feel your skin crawl. The odd one out sounded familiar. Heavy. Like he had the weight of the world wrapped around his broad shoulders. You didn't dare... dare to hope. It couldn't be.

"How have you been, my little bird?" A dark husky voice said as he revealed himself from the corner. A smug smile on his face, trying to save face from the embarrassment of the guards pushing him inside his old cell. They uncuffed his hands. You had often casted a glance at his hands... His fingers. A human being is allowed to dream. It was too bad the two of you were locked up in a high security prison. The only thing we had in here was dreams.

"Look at who's back in prison," you said with the biggest smile on your lips. You leaned forward, trying to get a better look of him,

"You always thought you were the shit," you said with a laugh, as a smile appeared on his lips. He turned around so you were finally able to see his hazel brown eyes again. Oh, they made prison feel like home.

"Did you miss me?" You asked, playfully.

"You know, no guy has ever come back for me, I'm starting to believe that what we have is special, baron" You add on, telling nothing but the truth.

"You talk too much," he said.

You could feel his eyes scanning your body. You missed being seen, desired. He was the only man inside the prison who made you feel this way. Special. All the thinking inside your cell, all your dreams... and fantasies, he was the face that appeared. You knew deep down, even if he wouldn't admit to it at first, you were in his too. It was what made the games between you fun. You wanted to remind him of how special his bird was. You let your body fall in the fabric, hanging upside down in a split, before you jump down and let go of the fabric. You run towards the metal ceilings, leaning your heads towards it.

"Zemo has been a bad, bad boy," you said like you were talking to a baby with a sad pouty face.

It felt good simply to say his name again, loud. Not an annoying voice, but someone you could physically place in front of you. It made him feel good too. He had missed the sound of your voice, however irritating you could be. He chuckled as he laid down on his bed.

"Don't worry, I like them!" You shouted, to make sure that he heard you.

"I know you do," he said with a smug smile as he closed his eyes. If only he could share his bed with you.