Psycho J.V

jerome

>Violet<

The guards were dragging me inside. I had given up on escaping earlier. They would've found me again and I was handcuffed. I had 6 guards around me. Two holding me, two in front of me, and two walking behind me.

When I was inside, there was a nurse holding a uniform. They took me to a small room to change and then when I was done, I was dragged again.

They took me inside this room where the other inmates were chilling. They were weird and it seemed to be mostly men. I only saw three other women. An elderly woman holding onto one of those ugly creepy vintage dolls. Ugh I hated those. She seemed to be talking to herself.

Then the other two seemed to be in there 40s maybe? They were both alone. One blonde and the other had black hair.

The guards took the handcuffs off, visibly red marks showing on my wrists. They gave me a slight push and I started walking towards an empty table. I sat down and huffed. I needed a cigarette.

I started tapping my fingers on the table. I was a bit nervous if I was honest. The older guys looked creepy. They kept eyeing me up and down. I rested my head on my arms, covering up my face.

Just then I heard footsteps and it sounded like someone jumped on the chair in front of me. My head snapped up and in front of me was a boy maybe around my age. Naturally bright red hair, green eyes, pale skin.

"Hi gorgeous! I'm Jerome." He introduced himself. I didn't answer. "Whatcha in for?" He asked. "Killing my parents, ex, and the slut he slept with." I said. "Oh! I killed my parents too! Well mom." He said. He was a little weird. He was very smiley.

"Well I introduced myself! Now what's your name?" He asked. "Violet." I replied. "Such a pretty name for someone ending up in this ugly place." He said. I rolled my eyes and continued tapping the table. "What's wrong gorgeous? You look..impatient." He said, smirking.

I sighed and moved my hair out of my face. "Do you know where I can get a cigarette?" I said. "Sure! You see that woman over there?" He said pointing to the dark haired girl I saw earlier. I nodded my head. "She has some. I think the guards give them to her. You can ask her." He said. "Unless you're scared." He said, smirking again. I rolled my eyes again before spinning around in the chair and getting up.

I walked over to the girl and sat in the seat in front of her. "Hi! I see you have cigarettes! Can I have one?" I asked. She handed me the whole pack. "Here. I have three more." She said. "There's a small lighter in there too." She mumbled. I thanked her and walked away.

I sat back in front of Jerome. I pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled the drug. Jerome let out a small chuckle. "Not too bad for a newbie here." He said. I blew out the smoke in his face and he smirked again. What's up with this boy smirking?

"So how old are you?" Jerome asked again. "17." I replied. He gasped and dramatically grabbed his shirt. "So young! I'm 18." He said. "You're awfully weird J." I said. He raised an eyebrow. "J?" He said. "Yeah just came out." I shrugged.

I held out the cigarette to him but he shook his head. "Don't smoke." He simply said. I shrugged. "So why'd ya kill them?" He asked. "Gosh Jerome you ask a bunch of questions! Do you want me to tell you my whole life story?" I asked. "Just the part when you killed them would be nice." He giggled. "Well if you must know, I first killed my ex because he cheated on me. Then I went after the bitch and killed her too. Then a year passes and my parents get separated cause dad cheated. Now dad becomes a drunk and mom gets annoying with her sobs. I killed them too." I said.

Jerome looked like he was in awe. I rolled my eyes. "That's such a pretty story." He said. "So what about you? Why'd you kill your mom?" I asked. "Oh you know how they are. She just kept pushing. I told her, fine mom. Be a whore. Be a drunken whore even but don't be a nagging drunken whore. You know? Don't come yell at me to do the dishes if you've been banging a clown in the next room!" Jerome growled and banged his fists on the table. He sighed and smiled. "Sorry. Lost my temper." He said and let out a laugh.

"So what do you do here?" I asked, looking around the room. "Eh. Not much. It's pretty boring if you ask me. They take us to our cells at around 8. In the mornings they wake us at 7 and we go in here to eat. Breakfast is at 7:30, lunch is 12, and dinner is at 5:30." Jerome said. "The foods pretty shitty though." He said.

I reached over and combed back this one piece of hair that was down across his eyebrow. He looked at me confused. "It was bothering me." I said. "Are there any bathrooms here?" I asked. "Out those doors on the right." He said.

I got up and walked past him. I went to the bathroom which was HORRIBLE! It was stinky and gross. When I came back, Jerome pulled me on his lap. "You're pretty you know that?" He said. I tried getting up but his grip got tighter. I sighed and just sat there.

The same strand of hair was across his eyebrow again and I combed it back. He closed his eyes and sighed, meaning he liked it. I chuckled and kept running my fingers through his hair. I stopped and pulled out a cigarette. "Keep smoking so much and you'll die." Jerome said. I rolled my eyes and blew the smoke away from his face. I kinda like Jerome. Not like a crush but I mean he was okay. He was good company so far.

SONG: Mr.Sandman
Cover by Nan Vernon