heathens

take it slow

there's a buzzer as the gate opens and the guards lead me inside the hallway. they push me and i stumble a bit before walking forwards.

i keep my head down.

there's yelling from both sides, prisoners coming to check out their new competition. i'm smaller than all of them.

i don't belong here.

i glance up once, to my right, and see a man on a drum kit, banging out a rhythm. i blink, and it's gone.

he's still there, though, with drumsticks, tapping on the wall. i watch in shock.

he turns to see me and smiles as if he knows.

i glance back towards the ground, watching my feet go in and out of my vision. eventually, the guards tell my to stop. they turn to the right and open a door to a cell, pushing me inside it. my wrists are finally uncuffed and they leave, locking me inside.

i'm trapped now, and i still don't remember what i did.