Furthest Thing

Chapter: S I X

Chapter: S I X

“I hate being the bad guy in every situation. Everyone sees the bad I do instead of the good… or maybe I don’t do any good at all,” –Tavi

 

        I layed on the cold medal hospital table in the Prison’s hospital wing getting stitches on the left side of my stomach. The feeling of the needle going through my skin and out made me groan in pain. They didn’t have any medicine for me to take in order for me not to feel the pain at the moment.

 

        The fat white nurse hummed to herself as if none of this bothered her and that my whole left side of my stomach wasn’t open. I looked towards the ceiling and the bright light, trying to think of something to take my mind off the pain.

 

        By the time I thought of something other then the feeling of the needle, she was done and told me that I could sit up.

 

        I slowly rose up to make sure I didn’t split any stitches. I looked down at my stomach and the black thread was visible along with the tearing of my skin. My skin was black and blue along with my knuckles.

 

        I got into a dispute with a few of the Aryan brothers while walking back to my cell. I almost took all three of them but a fourth one invaded in the fight and shanked me with a hand made knife. I immediately started to gush blood from my side and my mouth, I thought that I was gonna die. Lucky for me the nurse was actually here to tend to my wound and I didn’t bleed out.

 

        The nurse handed me a new white T-shirt and a napkin, “You have blood on your face,”

 

        I took both items and wiped the blood from my face, “Thanks,” I placed the T-shirt over my head carefully.

 

        I watched as the nurse walked over to the cabinet in the room and pulled out a bottle of pills. She grabbed a cup from the side of the sink and filled it with water. She walked back over to me and handed me the pill and cup of water, instructing me to swallow it.

 

        I took the pill and handed her the cup back, “Can I leave now?”

 

        She nodded her head, “Yeah, make sure you’re careful,”

 

        She opened the door to the small cinder block room and a guard stood outside the door. He walked in with handcuffs and cuffed my wrist. I stepped off the medal bed and he led me by my arm to my block.

 

        When I got back to my block the entire place was in chaos. Everyone was running around yelling and I could already tell it was the black verses the whites. A few of the guards tried to detain the inmates but to no avail. I was immediately taken to my cell where my cellmate sat reading a book.

 

        The guard pushed me in and as a natural reaction I turned towards him giving him a deathly glare. If I wasn’t stuck behind these bars I would have been done this nigga up. The cell gate closed loudly and I walked over to my bed and took a seat carefully.