Prison Cells and Broken Hearts

Prison Cells and Broken Hearts - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I wake to sounds of murmuring and hushed whispers outside my cell door.

"No, no sooner than two months. He's only been here for ten."

"What's his charge for?"

"Apparently he had some kind of affair with lady Hinata."

Sparks explode inside my skull. I remember. I remember!

"Ha, well that's not something you see everyday! He must've been someone special."

"Yeah, he's her cousin. Gross, I know."

I sit up suddenly, my shaky breath uneven and shallow. "What did you say about Hinata?" I ask, glaring at them through the bars in my cell. I immediately note the taller ones brown hair; the silky brown of a Hyuga... The other's black hair is cut short and shaggy, his amber eyes cold and dull. "Looks like he's ready for the looney bin." Says the brunette, chuckling alongside the other guard.

I stand, striding over to the locked door of my small room, placing each hand on the bars of the barricade. "What did you say about Hinata?" I know I sound crazy, but it feels like some kind of animal instinct has taken over, creating some kind of primal need to know about Hinata. The one with the cruel eyes bends nearer, taunting me with his patronizing glare. "What do you care? You're gonna be six feet under soon enough, kid." My mind is hazed over with a crazed desire to show them exactly how it feels to live inside my mind.

"Do you not understand? You people took her from me, you just stole the only good thing I've ever had away from me within minutes! Do you not see that you're damaging lady Hinata's well being as well? Do you have any empathy? Maybe if you'd spend a week in here you'd understand exactly how it feels to be treated like an animal!" I shake the bars violently, tears finally streaming down my sweaty cheeks, the dirt finally washing off my bruised skin.

They're laughing at me as my shaky legs fail under me, failing to support my weight as I fall to the ground Ina heap of long suppressed screams and sobs wrack my body. They're laughing as they walk away, muttering about how I'll be better off dead; no longer here to waste their precious oxygen.

"Hinata..." I sob out, dragging myself over to lean against the opposite wall, curling up into a pathetic ball to whimper on the cold cement, the irritating and constant drip of water from my rusty faucet shaking my bones with every drop.

DRIP

DRIP

DRIP

I've become a madman.