The Twin's Downfall | COMPLETED

Day 3

Initially, I shared a cell with a couple of humans. 

I detested it a lot because I was not used to sharing a space with others and I was very particular with being alone. I detested anything or anyone that disturbs my peace when I need them. I remembered waking up to snoring or quiet mumbling. I could not fall asleep after I realised just how noisy they were. Hearing their noises made me irritated and irrational.

Being in a prison cell with the highest security meant that you have little to do. Humans detested that sort of thing – being too idle made them restless and some resorted to do something, anything to fill up the time of theirs. To fill up their day with things to do so they don't get bored, some took to exercising, while others took to praying.

Humans are so dull.

Others like to share their work and tell tales of their mischief of the outside world to people who bothered to listen. The group that I was with chose the latter, and they began to tell their tales – snickering and roaring with laughter at their episodes. One time, they decided to ask me what I did to land me here.

"Tell us."

I raised my head from my reading to look at the rest of the inmates who were sprawled across the beds and on the floor. They were eagerly looking at me – to supply them with a bedtime story perhaps. I closed the book the prison people were kind enough to supply me with. This was my fourth book of the week, and I got a growing pile by the floor.

"What about?" I asked.

"The crime that you had committed that is so audacious that they sent you here," one of them quipped.

They looked like they were in a sleepover – minus the popcorn and the nail polish.

"I slaughtered an entire village that had summoned the devil from a portal – to stop it from possessing their bodies but the authorities thought it audacious and selfish of me to kill innocent humans which is why I am here with you lot."

The kind of expressions on their faces were hilarious and they did not know if they ought to take me seriously. I had said the above sentence in a monotonous and serious expression that I could manage because I disliked hearing them gossip about their lives and their achievements like a bunch of human girls in a sleepover.

Then, they started laughing awkwardly – trying to diffuse the tension and tried to get back on track, effectively allowing me to continue with my reading.

They continued this conversation of theirs for days. It was noisy and ear-grating for me so I resorted to the extreme.

So, I had an idea.

For the longest time, I wanted to see how my muscles worked so I made a makeshift knife and opened up the skin. The blood that had pooled between my legs were used to write words on the walls of the shared cell. The words weren't in English.

As soon as they saw it, the inmates turned bloodless, screamed bloody murder as they vacated the cell.

They remembered the statement that I had made earlier and they feared it was an incantation to bring forth the devil. The inmates were too terrified of me and begged the Warden to put me somewhere else.

I wanted to be locked up in solitary confinement.

Thanks to them, I was wrapped up in a strait jacket for months. The solitary confinement made me giggle and I was transferred to the underground cell later.

I liked it there.

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