August 19,1993
Connor lays on his bed, blinking slowly. He looks to his right at the other bed in the room. He watches the blankets slowly move up, then down. Michael. His roommate. Connor thought of Michael as if he was just a pile of dirt. Connor watched him stir in his sleep. He then looked at the clock. 9:31 A.M.. Connor thought of the day he could get out of here, he didn't deserve to be in there anyway. At least that's what he believed. Michael moved around in his bed again.
Connor glared at him, oh how he wished he could smother Michael's face with a pillow. A knock on the door pissed Connor off even more.
"What."
One of the nurses, Gary I think his name is, poked his head in the doorway.
"Time for breakfast...Wake up your friend and get to the dining hall."
Gary shut the door and Connor mumbled,
"He's not my friend."
Connor grabbed his pillow and threw it as hard as he could at Michael.
"Wake up Sleeping Beauty."
Michael sat up and looked at Connor,
"Fuck off."
Conner laughed to himself and walked out of the room. He really did feel as if he was in prison, guards were everywhere to keep them in line. He saw Gary escorting a girl out of her room, his hands finding anything they could grab on her without him being caught. Connor rolled his eyes,
"Fucking pedophile."
Gary heard him and immediately stopped touching the girl. She looked at him with thankful eyes. After that little incident Connor found himself in the dining hall. He got his food and sat down at his usual table. He looked at the food.
Prison food is probably better.
