Cannibalistic Cannibals

594 Days Before

594 Days Before

One month and five days. Five weeks. Thirty-five days. Fifty thousand four hundred minutes. Three million twenty four seconds. That's how long I've been in solitary confinement. They are trying to keep me in solitary confinement indefinitely, but Jared, the guy who 'saved' me, is trying to get me out faster than most who have eaten the flesh of my brothers. True, I didn't do it, but the Council didn't know if I had swallowed any while I was chewing it. They said that since I've almost eaten the flesh that I will crave it and will become an itch that I can't scratch if I don't eat it. They claim that some people have managed to ignore the itch long enough to be let out of the cage for a few hours, but they always have to go back when the itch becomes too much for them to handle.

Like right now. I can feel the need to eat someone's flesh. I knew that if I ate the meat that something bad as going to happen. It was foolish of me for thinking that I could just eat one bite and not want any more. Could anyone ever be that dumb?

At least, I am not chained up and I'm given things to do like books to read, paper and pencils to write or color, amongst other things that I don't normally use. That and I get to see my brother. I can't be in the same room as him, they don't trust me yet, but I get to see him through the glass wall that keeps me imprisoned. We sign to each other and I make sure that he is safe and that no one has tried to hurt him.

Tom, he was a piper's son.
He learnt to play when he was young.
And all the toon that he could play,
Was 'over the hills and far away'
Over the hills and a great way off
The wind shall knock my top knot off.

The old nursery rhymes was stuck in my head. I don't know what it had to do with this situation, but it was there and I've probably driven the guards mad with how many times I've sang that toon. The last sentence made no sense to me though. If its about Tom and the only toon that he could play, then why would the wind knock his top knot off? It doesn't make sense. What's a top knot anyway?

There are multiple versions of this song. One about Tom, still a piper's son, but he stole a pig and ate it so he got beat. This one makes more sense, but I like the one I sing. How its sung makes it seem kind of creepy and sad. Its off of a old anime show that I used to watch. Black Butler, I think, or something like that.

As I was saying before I got off topic, I sign to my brother to make sure he is treated nicely. He hasn't signed anything bad about this place, but I'm still suspicious. Why would these people have come and saved us? Especially me of all people? I was told that they usually killed anyone who was eating the flesh of our brothers. Why were me my brother spared? He was let out weeks ago. He never ate/almost ate the meat, but they had to make sure so they had him locked up in a separate room until they were certain. I missed him. At least when we were in the cage, Logan, I mean Pip, would bring him in occasionally. Except for the last few weeks of my stay there.

Tom, he was a piper's son.
He learnt to play when he was young.
And all the toon that he could play.
Was 'over the hills and far away'.

I sang the song again, leaving out the last part. I could see the guards faces as they got even more furious at my amazing slinging abilities. Just kidding, I couldn't sing to save my life. Closing my eyes, I hummed the addictive rhyme, trying to give the guards a little break. After all, they had to listen to my singing for the past thirty five days.

"Hey! Peeps!" I shouted, knowing that at least one would answer me. None of there names are peeps. That's just what I call people who I don't know their names or there are too many to name. In this case, there were too many names to name.

"What chicka?" shouted back my favourite guard, Jonathan. He had the most smartest comebacks to my witty sayings and he was just plain sarcastic. He reminded me of my best friend Lucy. He looked like he could be her long lost twin too.

She was wild, crazy, and yet, she was very down to earth if you know what I mean. She was a short Mexican shit with black hair and dyed blue tips. Her eyes always sparkled with unseen amusement. Let's just say, most of the trouble I've ever gotten into was because of her, but I still love her.

"When am I allowed to get out of here? I'm bored!" I shouted, knowing that I was annoying Rich. He was the serious guard that didn't trust anything or anyone. He took his job seriously and my singing kills him.

"That depends on what Jared says. The Council put you under his control. You know that." I heard Rich say before I saw Jonathan slap him upside the head. The sound made it through echo though the glass.

"Aw, Rich. No need to be mean. You know you love me." I teased.

"No I don't." I heard him grumble as he turned his back to me. I pretended to pout. All I could see was the back of his black bald head. Yes, Rich is African American, though he was kind of on the scrawny side.

"That's right," I smirked. "You love my singing. Want me to sing a song for you? I'm sure it would knock that grumpy look off your face." I kept the smirk on my face as he turned around and glared holes into my brain.

"Don't you even think about it?" He hissed as he stormed over to the glass wall closest to me. Before he could reach it, I opened my mouth and started singing as loud as I could.

Who's going to listen when you run out of lies
Who's going to hear you when your words seem worthless
Who's going to save you when you run out of time
Who's gonna want'cha when you're on your knees begging

Oh please take me at my word I'm desperate
I swear I never meant to hurt no one, no
Oh, please stay for what it's worth I'm desperate
Your on your own

So don't you call my name
I will take you down
Should have known that you've been dancing with a wolf
So don't you call my name
I'm not your friend, you burn the bridge
I'll chew you up and spit you out
There's no love for a liar, no love
So don't you call my name

No one to listen when you're running your mouth
No one to hear you when you're words seem worthless
No one to save you when you're coming down
And no one to want you when you're on your knees begging

Oh please take me at my word I'm desperate
I swear I never meant to hurt no one, no
Oh, please, stay for what it's worth I'm desperate
Your on your own

So don't you call my name
I will take you down
Should have known that you've been dancing a wolf
So don't you call my name
I'm not your friend, you bring the bridge
I'll chew you up and spit you out
There's no love for a liar, no love
So don't you call my name

Fool me once it's shame on you
Fool me twice and let the wolves come crashing through

So don't you call my.....

"Would you shut up already? Unlike you, some of us don't like the sound of your voice." Rich's nagging brought me back to myself. He really was kind of a sour puss, but I was stuck with him either way so I wasn't going to get upset about it.

Come to think about it, maybe Rich is acting how a normal person acts and I've been so happy and upbeat for some unknown reason. Could these people be drugging me with happy meds? If so, then how? Maybe its in the food or the water that they've given me. A part of me didn't believe that Jared or anyone else would do that to me. I could just be happy because Charles was safe, I wasn't worrying about cannibals eating me, or finals at school. I wasn't worrying where I would get my next meal.

"You're just jealous that you're not as fabulous as I am," I said with as much sass as possibly, flipping my hair over shoulder.

"Five more weeks. Just five more weeks," I heard Rich mutter, but I acted as if I couldn't hear him. What was going to happen in five weeks? Maybe they'll let me out of this god forsaken place.

"Come on. You know I'm fabulous. Do I need to sing other song?"

Before they could answer, I started singing again, laughing at their groans of agony.