Cannibalistic Cannibals

557 Days

557 Days Before

Day seventy two in this cell. Jonathan was assigned to a different task so now I was stuck with Rich and this other guy who is his little minion. Sean, I think is his name. He was usually quiet when Rich wasn't here except for the few times he was in a bad mood. Then he was furious and acted like Rich was in the room. So basically, Sean picks on me just as much as Rich does. Its really stupid, in my opinion. This might seem cliché, but he doesn't have to act like Rich to get him to like him. I won't sprout bullshit like he should be himself even though we know that no one acts like themselves.

A person, any person, has three faces; the one they show to the world, the one they show to their close friends and family, and the face that only they get to see. Each face is a different personality that you don't really have a choice of. Well, except the face that you show to only yourself. That one you have complete control over. You can act how you want because you can be whoever you want and not get judged by anyone. You can try and judge yourself, but it don't work like that.

Lately, I've only been showing my first face, the one I show the world. I act as happy as I can be, as sarcastic as possible, and as bubbly as can be. When I'm left alone for the few minutes that I use to go to the bathroom, I show my third face, the face I show only myself. I allow myself to feel the sadness of not seeing my brother, of not being free, of being an idiot and almost eating the human flesh.

Jonathan probably knows that I'm miserable in this cell. I haven't seen my brother for twenty eight days. That's nearly a month. Nobody will tell me were he's at or even if he's still alive. Jonathan said that if he could find my brother, he would tell me immediately. He still comes around. He brings me books to read and a deck of cards to play solitaire or something.

Speaking of cards, I was currently having fun by throwing them all over the cramped cell. True, I was going to have to pick them up when I was done, but this was just too much fun especially when you pretend the cards are money and you are throwing it at imaginary strippers like something in music videos.

"I see your having fun." I hear from behind me. Gasping, I throw the cards up in the air and turn around to see Jonathan with the biggest grin on his face. He had his hands behind his back as he practically bounced in place. He only smiles like this when he had done something wrong.

"What'd you do this time?" I asked with the most stern expression I could musher as he strutted over as if he was the most sassiest person alive.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I just came to see my best friend for life. Its not like we've been able to see each other that much for the last few days. Rich the ass complained to my boss about how annoying you can be when I'm around. Except I know that you are annoying even when I'm not. He recommended that I be assigned to a different guard for the remainder of your stay here in this lovely cell you've been allowed to occupy." He said, finally telling me why he was assigned to a different job.

I scoffed angrily. "That's not fair. Why couldn't he have been assigned to a different unit? It's not like this is a troubling job, but he always complains about having nothing to do and acts like it's my fault that he has to babysit me. If I had it my way, I wouldn't even be in this stupid cell in the first place." Like a two year old who wasn't getting what she wanted, I stomped my feet as I walked to the corner of the prison and sat in the rickety chair, hoping it wouldn't break under my one hundred and forty eight pounds.

"I know right. I make outstanding grilled cheese sandwiches." He mumbled, a thoughtful look crossing his face, before it lost all emotions.

Looking at Jonathan like he was insane, I asked, "Where did that come from?" Then, I heard his belly make the largest grumbling noise that I have ever heard. A giggle escaped my lips as I watch Jonathan's face fill with embarrassment, cheeks turning an adorable rosy tint.

"I'll be right back." He mumbled, leaving the room as if the devil was in his heels.

Sighing softly, I rested my head against the glass wall and realized how tired I was. I don't know when the last time I slept was. Rich or Sean always woke me up minutes after I would finally manage to fall asleep. They are evil sons of bitches. I closed my eyes, hoping that they didn't come in and wake me up again.

As always, just as I had managed to fall asleep, I was woken by someone hitting the glass right behind my head.

"Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty." Goddamn Rich. Can't he let me have a few hours of peace? Can't he just let me sleep? I groaned, and turned way from him, curling up into a little ball away from the glass.

He kept hitting the glass, now hissing at me. "Wake your ass up. Unless you would rather stay in this putrid cell for a few more days." Sadly, his words went in one ear and out the other. The only thing keeping me from sleeping was the fact that he kept banging on the glass.

Now I know how a turtle or a fish feel when someone taps on their bowl or tank. I understand the struggle they must go through each and every day. The tapping keeps them enjoying a few moments of peace and quiet. There is no way that you will ever see me purposely hitting a tank or bowl. That's just animal cruelty.

"Fine, don't see your brother." He muttered before he started walking away to his post on the other side of the room. Him mentioning my brother got me up faster than you could blink. I lost track of how long it had been since I had seen his sweet face.

"Wait!" I cried out, reaching my arm out as if I could stop him from inside my cell. He smirked, turning back around with his hands twirling a set of keys that hadn't been there a few minutes ago.

"Let me see Charles. Please, just let me see my brother." I pleaded, debating whether or not I should get down in my knees and beg even if it made me lose the remaining bit of dignity that I had.

An evilish look crossed his face, "Awe, you want to see your brother? Well, I would have to let you out of the cage, but as you can see, I have a shit ton of keys and I'm too lazy to look through."

"Please. I'm begging you. Let me see my brother." This is it folks. There goes my last shred of dignity, I thought as I got down on my knees and begged to see the only thing that was keeping me going.

"Awe, does little Lizzie want to see her brother?" Rich said like he was talking to a baby. He even knelt down so he could be at my level. I just realized that some how I had ended back up on the floor, tears streaming in little rivers down my face.

"Yes. Please let me see him. I need to know that he's okay." I begged, hoping that he would listen to me for once in his life.

"I'll see what I can do." Rich said, before leaving the room, taking the only hope that I had to see my brother with him. I closed my eyes and sobbed at the lost chance to see Charles.

"Stop crying." I heard him hiss from behind me, pulling a different key from his pocket, an evil smile pasted on his face.