I slowly stood up, scuffing the dusty ground, since the prison guard had violently thrown the door open. Every now and then, the prison guard would stare into my cell and glare at me. Obviously he was told of my crime. But i'm 'just a kid', as everyone was saying. Once, he pursed his lips and mouthed something to me, however I couldn't make out the words. I gave a confused and uneasy look back, and he stepped closer to the cell. He dug his feet into the ground and winced his eyes,
"Disgusting!" he said.
At that point, I was tempted to say, "says you! That gruesome beard is not a flattering look. How is single life treating you?", but i've heard it's 'frowned upon' to be disrespectful towards a prison guard. Their word goes a long way (if you got yourself on the wrong side of one you could easily get yourself another year, maybe two.)
This time, though, the guard showed me a fake smile and sighed heavily. I didn't realise I was THAT bad, but alright. He waved his hand vigorously as if to tell me to go closer to him.
"Got someone 'ere to see ya, boy." he bellowed, with the voice of an angry monster.
I nodded my head and fake smiled as I skimmed past him, and he pointed to the visiting room. I was excited, in the hopes it was Alyssa, but in the dread that it may have been my father.
I closed my eyes as I walked through the door, and lifted my head from the floor to see my name on a piece of card on a table. Sat rubbing his hands together nervously, was my father. The scar still situated on his head where I let out my almighty roar and punched him. When he noticed me, he lifted his hand as though to indicate he was there to see me, but he didn't leave his head from the table.
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Psycho In The Bloodstream
FanfictionTEOTFW // James, depressed in his prison cell, wonders what might have happened if he was a psychopath and had actually killed Alyssa. Does he change his mind on the art of murder, or is he still repulsed by it?
