The Twin's Downfall | COMPLETED

Day 156

My biggest fear is losing my sanity. I've seen countless men lose touch with reality and go crazy. I often think that some actions in here are part of a conspiracy to drive me insane. But that's the catch: If you lose your mind, then they discredit your account of things. If you maintain your sanity, they say that's proof that solitary doesn't drive men crazy  - Hope

There was no clock in this cell so I have no idea what time it was or what day it was even. The prison system wanted to rob away all sense of hope, belonging and privacy – stripping us down to the barest, grinding away at the things that make us human. It was a laughable matter wholly because we were the scum of earth.

We are not meant to be alive either way.

The doors hissed open – a team of armed guards and two doctors entered. The doctors come and visit to check my vitals every six months or so. This would be the first of many check-ups. Today, it was one male nurse and one male doctor. Both of them were staring into my cell with wide eyes and mouth open.

It seemed that the state of my cell had unnerved them.

I have scribbled words in black ink all over the back walls, floor and ceiling – the parts where I could reach them mostly. My fingers were covered in ink – probably my face too as I had been rubbing them.

I must've looked demented.

Finally remembering where they were and what they were supposed to do, the male nurse nudged the other, so the doctor cleared his throat. "H-hello, my name is Dr. Davies and this is Mr. Evans," he announced, his voice was strained to keep his fear in. "We are going to do a full-body check up on you, is that okay?"

I turned to stare at them both. "Do come in."

The only part of the cell that was not glass was the side door that they built suckered into the wall. This was the only way in or out of my cell and it is remotely controlled by the monitor manned by the armed guards outside. Their procedures when it comes to these doctor visits annoyed me because they had thought of a way that disabled me from moving.

"Bring down the shackles."

A pair of shackles lowered to the ground right in front of the glass panels. I was to take them and shackle myself to it. I hated the procedures the most. Once my wrists were shackled, they were hoisted up till I had my arms hanging upward and pulled taut so there were no slack. The door to the cell was opened and two guards entered to secure my ankles with shackles – pulled taut so I wouldn't be able to move at all.

It was akin to the torture method back in the olden days.

The pair worked quickly and quietly while I brooded - hung like a product in display. Standing next to me, the male nurse took out a kit from the large bag and pulled out a needle with a syringe attached to it. I happened to notice that the man's hands were shaking. I stared at the man with narrowed eyes.

"Steady your hands or I'll blacken your eye," I warned.

He turned as white as sheet and let out a small whimper of fear. Dr Davies noticed the exchange and pulled him away, muttering something under his breath. The two guards seemed unruffled by it because they knew of my tactics. "She's shackled and unable to move," the guard spoke firmly. "Do not let it get to you man."

Mr. Evans seemed to collect his bravery from somewhere and continued with his work. I looked away with a slight smile on my face - knowing that I had succeeded in scaring the humans. They extracted blood, checked my blood pressure, fat mass, height and weight They wanted to see if I was still healthy even though I was a prisoner. 

It was ironic to say the least.

Once they were done, they said no more and they were on the other side, finally leaving the area. They both looked relieved. The two guards removed the ankle shackles and they retreated to the side door. Once the door hissed shut, the wrist shackles were lowered and they popped open before they retreated back up to the ceiling once again.

After the guards ascertained that I was released, an order was given to open the double doors. I stood where I was, noting of the two human doctors eager to leave the cell. 

"I hope you enjoyed it," I said. "You're welcome to visit."

They did not answer.

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