TREPANATION | A Tale Of Insanity [On Hold]

ELEVEN - 2.

CHAPTER ELEVEN-2:

09:15 AM

Breakfast was over and Rose was left alone in the kitchen to do the dishes, there were piles of dirty dishes just waiting to be touched; funny how out of over four hundred inmates Rose and a couple other inmates were picked out to do the dishes; guess she was amongst those sane enough and willing to work in the kitchen.

Rose watched her family; husband and son being slaughtered and was raped by the exact same men just after killing her seven year old son. She was left for dead but obviously she didn’t and exacted her sweet revenge. Killed the man and cut out his privates then she turned herself over to the police. 

A guard was stationed there to watch her and the others so they don’t leave with any contraband. He is tall about 5’11 and slightly built with blonde wavy hair. While she was busy cleaning the plates he started walking up close to her in a stylish and sinister way; like he had EVIL written all over him.

“Rose’’ he called out,

“James, please let me be. Go back to doing your guard duty’’

“am guarding you”

“then let me work”

“I can’t help it, can’t control myself around you. You’re too damn sexy, can we go one quick round?”

“hell no, please stop’’ Rose said resisting him, he had forced himself on her a couple time over to the point she just lets him have his way with her but now she was fed up.

“there are people here’’ she said,

“what the fuck are you looking at” he said to the other two inmates in the kitchen and then turned to Rose, “they didn’t see anything and even if they did, they can’t say shit.’’

She reached down through the dishes and grabbed a fork, she held onto it firmly with her eyes already leaking. 

“come on, just let me rough you up a bit” he said placing kisses on her neck.

“I said no” she screamed angrily as she turned around and drove the fork right into his throat.

The blood came gushing out as he dropped to the floor. She followed him to the ground, pulled out the fork and delivered more stabs to his throat, she continued and then stopped when she heard screams coming from the other inmates in the kitchen. A couple inmates where passing by and walked in on the action, their screams drew attention which led to more screams.
Soon after the halls where empty and the kitchen flooded with the inmates and guards.    

DOCTOR HAWARD’S P.O.V

I sat in my office, behind my desk listening to some soothing sounds; the father of music, jazz. Uplifting the mind, body and soul to holy realms. The notes flowed out depicting an audible picture as if I was at a live concert. The jazz meets the morning air and the birdsong like old acquaintance in a swinging rhythm.

My foot began to tap as my head nodded and swayed. Man I loved that sax, deep as the soul, soothing, sweet as honey pie. It surged through me, purging me of my blues and replacing them with a feeling of lightness; like I could live in that moment, live for the jazz.