Solitude

Devastation was a result of those words, yet they were the orders. The prisoner was confined withing fortified walls. His only true fault was his existence. Once one of the most honoured and popular men, was now treated as a common thief. I remember the day I arrested him. He was too obedient, though neither of us knew why he was arrested. The first few days in his solitary confinement were spent peacefully. He simply sat there not minding a thing, staring endlessly into nothing.

As I watch him, hate is generated. He was once a dear friend of mine, yet the grotesque feeling was still dwelling my heart, increasing every second. For a few days we were ordered to leave him unattended to in any matter. No food or water. Absolutely nothing. He showed great endurance but by the fifth day his aggressive features began to surface. His appreciation for what's going on was lessening. Later that day he began his attempts at breaking free. The only escape was by breaking the door open and he seemed to summon all his efforts into it.

If this had went on, he would have went out while no one payed attention. I have new orders. The guards open the door at my gesture. He slowly walked out to stop right before me with crying eyes. "There is no place for tears here." At this point my pistol was aimed right between his eyes. His silence went on as his tears streamed down his cheek. His eyes were full of words. He wondered why he was locked up in the first place. The trigger is pulled as blood scatters all around the room.

What he did remained unknown to everyone, but killing him sure did feel good.