I looked up, and saw a teenage girl, about the same age as me. She had reddish brown locks, with caramel streaks. She looked at me with worry, as her locks rested on her slim, feminine shoulders. I got up, wiping my salty sorrows off my features, and got closer to the bars, noticing she wasn't crazy like the others.
"......um...hello...I suppose you don't belong here...?" I said, slightly cracking my deep voice.
She swiftly shook her oval shaped face, getting out of her whole dazing off ritual. She looked at me, with her grey-ish blue orbs, as she nodded weakly. I looked deep into her eyes, despite our distance. I could sense the pain she was feeling, and I understood her. We were both stuck on the same inferno full of maniacs and ill people. I've been in this prison for years and years, trying to escape, but I never payed attention on who was in the cell right across from mine, I was too focused on running off to liberty. I became insane, I didn't have anyone to talk to, up until now. Though, after my last time trying I felt like.........attacking whoever upset me....especially the people who ran the asylum.....I wanted to spill their blood everywhere....I wanted those devils dead. The fact that they have me trapped in this misery, filled me with rage....
At the thought, I spun around to look at my whole cell observing every single detail, from every single angle, not giving up on escaping. I soon found the best solution I could find in the whole scene. I could make a knife. I stood on top of my bed, and reached out my hand, reaching the high window to grab a stick from the tree going almost through the window. I grabbed two rocks and sharpened the biggest one with the smaller one, giving it the shape of a knife. After a few moments, I finally achieved to make a knife. I walked up to the bars, and attempted to unlock the stone cell, a few seconds later I unlocked it, I felt happy and able to do anything I would set my mind into. I was so hyped, I walked straight out of my cell, feeling badass AF.
But then, I looked over at the girl from before, and I remembered that she wasn't supposed to be in the asylum, I walked up with her and flashed at sincere smile at her, and freed her.
Hey, Mooncakes! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Behind Bars, hoped you liked it! BTW you can give me some ideas, or make a skit or something fun like that if you want me too! Welp, bye! Have a great weekend!
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Behind Bars
HorrorConsidered as a monster. Accused of something she didn't mean to do. Treated like a killer. Taken to a mental asylum. Given useless therapies. Been harrassed. (Y/n) has committed the worst action in her whole life. Once anger has taken over her enti...