Sam has always liked the quiet. The voices of others annoyed him, but he could never effectuate the courage to tell people off. Instead, he sat and took it in, grinding his teeth so viciously they hurt, as the jumble of voices intruded his mind. He had been on many verges of snapping, but still, that wasn't what landed him in solitude.
It was a sunny afternoon, all of the inmates felt exuberant except for Sam. During lunch the prisoners were permitted to eat outside to get some sun; still Sam chose to sit under the tree that casts the darkest shadow. He didn't have a lunch only a notepad with drawings of his inmates with their mouths sewn shut. The sketches didn't mean a thing, just a way to let out anger, in reality, he would never hurt a fly who buzzed too loud in his ear.
He had just filled his notepad with every prisoner in that jail except one, who he had no intention of dedicating a page to. There was only one person who he could stand, and even liked in that dump; A clean-cut fellow named Jessie Redford. Jessie was just one of those people everyone could get along with. No one really knew what he could be in for. Jessie didn't seem like someone who would run into trouble or hurt anyone; he was just a casual friendly guy who's personality could morph into anyone else's. Most of the prisoners mainly liked him because he was such good buddies with the warden and snuck them in good food from the office. Jessie's voice was the only one Sam didn't mind. For some reason, Sam couldn't figure out, Jessie's voice was enjoyable to listen to. Sam wasn't one to smile much at all, could hardly even force one, but hearing Jessie he could barely shield his teeth from the world.
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Silent Samit
HorrorSam is thrown into jail because of a misidentification, being a socially awkward fellow, he decides to just go along with it. One day he is put into solitude just to be forgotten and die from starvation. Now Sam has had enough of being pushed around...
