A/n
Hi yall. I decided to make a second book to the other book "unbothered" that I wrote.just like the last one warning it's sad. Suicidal and sexual lmao ok enjoy
...
Seems like I have been in this prison for forever ever since I murdered the poor family.
My aggressive side has been acting up so often lately it's sad to see them dead.
For...no reason at all.
"It feelt good didn't it tho?"
The voice in my head spoke.
"Shut. Up."
I formed my hand in a fist and shut my eyelids.
As he spoke again.
"Didn't the little girl remind you of billie?"
My hands slowly reached my hair and started tugging on it.
"She is not here anymore. There is no hope. Leave me alone"
I whispered.
Feelt like crying but I couldn't cry it all out.
The feeling when you want to cry but can't.
It's like your eyes are too dry from all those other nights you cried for a person to come back.
This wasn't any kind of prison.
It head levels based on the consequences you made.
Far down where you would call it a "basement"
Were just normal rooms.
You get a comfortable bed, your own warm shower.
And just a treatment, to feel better mentally.
Warm food as well.
I didn't eat something warm in so long.
It has been years since I saw the sunlight.
On the second floor there are people just behind bars.
Like a normal prison.
But it really isn't.
I'll never forget walking thro that hallway.
Everyone just seemed either sad. Or just sick of this place.
Third floor....
That's where my cell is....
I am placed far almost the last cell in the hallway.
Now this floor really changes your whole perspective of this place.
Cement, grey bricks are surrounding this place.
And every door just had 4 bars on the top.
You couldn't escape even if you tried to.
It was so cold.
You could freeze to death and no one would give a single fuck.
The food we eat isn't even food it's plastic.
It even has a weird flavour into it.
But they gave us shit just to survive.
If this floor is that gloomy and sad.
I can't imagine under what conditions do people on the 4th floor live in.
Probably just behind walls surviving on only water.
My theory because it's just that bad on the third floor.
The boss of this place knows me pretty well.
He always looked at me like his own kid.
His name is Albert.
Man in his 40s.
Sometimes he would even come just to say hi.
Knowing how miserable and sad I was out here lonely.
Recently he has been talking to me about another person coming to help me.
So another treatment.
Last one didn't go well for shit.
I could only kill the poor girl.
"You should have"
"Shut up!"
I yelled
"Gray?...."
The soft voice said behind the doors.
I could only peek thro the little bars.
So I got up from my uncomfortable cold bed.
And my eyes were focused on the outside.
My brother.
"You ok?"
He asked softly
"You want to kill him. Don't waste time"
"Yes I am alright..."
I said ignoring the voice
"I asked them to open the cell, just to let me...hug you or talk but they wouldn't let me for shit"
Being myself I really missed my brother.
Even tho he put me here.
I miss him so much.
I didn't get a warm hug.
No one has been here to share their 3am thoughts with me.
Or cheer me up when I needed it.
"What do you expect?...Albert is not here till 2pm and you can only visit till 11am...."
I said my voice pretty raspy.
"I am aware. They will get you out of here"
He blurted out the words.
"What do you mean?"
I asked wrapping the palms of my hands around the cold bars.
"You'll see"
He nodded a little and left me wondering
A/n:
This whole story was inspired by a writer who wrote "Psychosis" and "Neurosis":)
