This story is a bit different than being in a usual solitary confinement. Its more like being in a controlled apartment building that only has three floors plus a basement. There is a courtyard that is surrounded by the building itself. I guess you'll understand the title further into the book. But for now, here is chapter one of Solitary Confinement.
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He was being pushed down the halls with a straight jacket on, hair a mess, and a flushed face. His eyelids heavy with tiredness, his footing off because he was being practically dragged.
"I won't go in there," he said, "I will not and do not want to be alone anymore than I already have suffered. Please don't make me."
The security guard just kept on pushing the man. He gave up, the the guests started to pull him into the solitary confinement cell room. His cell is P-193.
Once they got to the door, the curly haired man put up a fight.
"WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!? I NEVER COMMITTED A CRIME, I WAS ALWAYS ALONE! FOR FUCKS SAKE, WHY MAKE ME SUFFER FOR NO REASON," he screamed growing more tired, "Why?"
The guard slapped him in the back of his head and pushed him inside, took off his straight jacket, quickly ran out, and locked the cell door.
HARRY
I feel like I am in prison. I never hurt anyone, I never even talked to anyone. They all just pushed me away, so I gave up on trying to have friends. Why did they take me to just make me even more lonely. At least at I could go anywhere, I was just always by myself.
Three hours passed and I've just woken from a nap. This place isn't the best, but at least it's like a small apartment, more than a cell. I have an open living room connected to a kitchen, a small bedroom, and a small bathroom. Its small as fuck, but better than being I'm an actual cell. And I can do whatever in my bedroom, because they can only see the living room from the window in the door.
"Lunch, Harry. Come on, kid." I walked to the door, and waited to be let out. The guard put his hand on my lower back to guide me.
"What's your name, sir," I asked. I was just trying to make friends.
"Louis. Louis Tomlinson," he replied. He's attractive. Like, if I was girl, I'd tap that for certain. "So, I understand you've lived a lonely life so far?"
I nodded. "Yeah um...after my mum and dad divorced, I lived with my mum. But she disappeared one day, and since I had no contact with my father, I couldn't go with him. So I've been on my own since I was 17. Nobody ever wanted to befriend me. I just don't know why."
He paused for a moment. "I...I do. I have the answer to that. But you can't tell anyone! I'll come to your cell after lunch. But here we are."
I looked around. There were people smoking and playing card games in the back, people flirting, and others just eating. Some looked scared, and others looked scary. And some look comfortable as if they've been here for a while. There was one girl in particular who grasped my attention.
Louis gave me a shove and said he'll meet me back here just before lunch is over.
I got in line, and sat a table by myself when I got my food. I slowly ate the strawberries while staring at the girl. These thoughts running in my mind are getting me a bit frustrated.
I can't take this no more. I got up and walked over to her. Thankfully she was alone too. I sat down next to her and stared at her eyes. She gave me a confused look but brushed it off and started eating again.
I stopped her hand. I picked up a strawberry and put it at her lips.
"Bite. Slowly." She pushed it away and I grabbed her hands this time and put the strawberry back on her lips. "I said bite."
She complied this time, biting into it slowly. I watched her lips as she licked them when done. I moaned, and coughed awkwardly. Shit, I went too far.
I fumbled to get up without knocking her tray down, and rushed to the men's bathroom in here. I cleaned up and splashed my face with ice cold water.
I can't believe that happened so fast. I guess that's what happened when you haven't been sexual active in a while. I went back out, and saw that she was gone.
I looked to my right, and sure enough, there was Louis. Bit he was talking with her. I walked up to them and greeted Louis.
"Harry, I thought you'd want to try to make some friends, and I asked miss Luly here if she'd be okay with trying to get to know you."
She finally looked at me and shivered. "I thought you were talking about someone else, Mr. Tomlinson. I'm not comfortable with him."
It was said as if her words were poisoned. I'll take it she didn't like our first meeting. I looked at Louis and frowned.
"See! I don't get why no one likes me!" He just shook it off.
"Well then. Luly, you will become his acquaintance first. Get to learn about him, and then tell my why you're not comfortable with him. Harry, come with me."
As we walked off, I looked back and caught her with an angry expression. Seriously, where the hell am I?
