Broken

Chapter One: Prison

"So, Zane, how long have you been in here?" One of the prisoners asks while walking up to me.
"About ten years" I reply
"Damn! That would mean you've been here since you were six years old!"
"Yep." I looked at the table and sighed. I looked up at him. "You got here a few weeks ago, right?"
"Yeah... I got in here for accidentally killing my wife..." he was holding back his tears for now.
"By the way, how old are you exactly?" I probably sounded rude, but I didn't really care.
"Twenty-five, I was on my honeymoon with my wife when I killed her." Now he was trying his damndest to hold his tears back, but they just started pouring down his face.
I should tell you something. In prison, especially this one, if you show any sign of weakness, like crying, for example, someone will hold it against you, and will probably use it to force you to do things you don't want to do.
I then looked up at the ceiling. "Yeah... I have no idea what love feels like... and I probably never will..." my expression almost looked sad, I didn't feel sad though.
Another thing I should probably tell you, I'm basically emotionless, I haven't felt any real emotion other than anger ever since I was a child, I don't know what happiness feels like, I don't know what sadness feels like, and I don't know what love feels like.
"Why? How long are you meant to be here?"
I gave a small chuckle. "I've been sentenced for life." I said looking at the ceiling, giving a psychotic smile.
"W-what did you do to get sentenced for life at six years old?!"
"Do you really want to know?" I tilted my head sideways. I was now looking at the man with the same psychotic smile on my face.
"W-well... I-I told you what I d-did." He then swallowed hard. "W-wouldn't it only be fair i-if you told me w-what you did?"
"Nothing in his world is fair..." that psychotic smile I had was now gone and was replaced with an angry, yet kind of sad and depressed look.
"..." he looked at me, shaking, he was obviously scared... but if I were him... I'd be scared too...
There was an awkward silence for at least five minutes before I stood up and turned around to walk back to my cell.
"Wait!" The man got up and yelled after I took a few steps forward. "You never told me how you got put in here."
I stopped walking for second and stood in place for almost a full minute before I spoke, "I've never told anyone how I got in here. And I'm sure as hell not going to tell you." I then continued to walk forwards, heading straight towards my cell.
After a few steps, the man yelled again, "Wait!" I ignored him this time, he was really starting to get on my nerves, he's one of the types of people I hate the most. He was so fucking persistent! (By the way, this will probably be the only time this man shows up, so don't get too attached to him, might just be best if you forget he even exists.)
I finally got back to my cell, when I did I climbed up to my bed and lied down. I then felt a sense of relief, I sighed and thought 'Thank God he isn't my cellmate!'
Speaking of my cellmate, wherein the hell is he? The bell for everyone to get back in their cells already rang and the cell door has already shut.

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An hour has already passed by now. The cell door opens and reveals a weak and kind of wimpy looking teen getting pushed in by a guard that I've seen many times in the past.
"Ugh Markus, what did you do this time? Or should I say 'What did you fail at this time?' Huh, Mark?" I was kind of pissed, I had some quiet time for once, then he came in and ruined it... I was a little happy knowing he was okay though...
In case you haven't figured it out already, the weak, wimpy looking teen, was my cellmate.
"What!?" He wined. "I was hungry. I wanted to get out of this shit hole. So, I stole some food and tried to escape... what's the harm?" He gave a weak smile. I gave him a bored look, then rolled my eyes at him and continued to give him that bored look. Seeing his smile made my cheeks turn a little pink though, even if I didn't know.
"The harm? The harm is me having to do paper" the guard interrupted before I could say anything.
"Did I ask you, George? No. No, I did not." He then huffed. I swear, it's like he's drunk all the time or something... there's something wrong with his head at least. George the guard then gave Mark a death glare, then he looked at me and he almost looked sorry. "By the way, Zane, the warden informed me that he wanted to talk to you."
"Uh oh! Someone's in trouble~!"
I sighed, "Ok, give me a second" I then jumped off the bunk bed, intentionally kneeing Mark in the face, pushing him towards the ground, "Ooh sorry 'bout that," I said sarcastically I made a kind of pained look on my face, making it on obvious that it was fake and that I didn't really care if he was ok or not.
(Poor Mark XD he's gonna be the dude that everybody likes, and if you already love him... just wait~ he gets better~ and if you don't like him now, I'm gonna say this one more time... jut wait he gets so fucking better.)
George then led me out of the cell and we headed towards the warden's office. Meanwhile, while we were heading to the warden's office, Mark tried crawling to the opened cell door that was almost shut. He almost got his hand outside the cell, but then the cell door shut with a loud clanging noise causing Mark to quickly pull his hand towards his chest, realizing, if he moved his hand just an inch more before the door shut, his fingers would have been crushed. "Well shit... I nearly just killed my fingers..." he starts apologizing to his fingers for some odd reason. "Oh god.. precious fingers of mine... I'm so, so, so, sorry...!"

While I was walking with George I got kind of worried, the warden, he never wants to see me... the last time he wanted to see me was five years ago, when I did something horrible, and before that, was when I first got here and when his father was the warden here and that's when I first met him.
I asked George if he knew why the warden wanted to see me and he just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I have no clue." Which made me worry even more because, usually the warden tells the guards why he wants to talk to the prisoner he wants to see, so why didn't George know?
A few moments later we got to the warden's office door. It didn't really feel like just a few moments, it felt like a few thousand years, it seemed like forever, the hallways seemed longer, but now, we're finally here. I just stood there, frozen, unable to move, then George opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

CLIFFHANGER!!!!

OH GOD!!! THAT TOOK WAY LONGER THAN IT SHOULD HAVE!! Whew I'm finally done with the first chapter. I hope you like it. I'm new to writing on here so please don't judge if it's bad, which it probably is. Eh, but who cares all that matters is that I'm finally done. HOPE YOU ENJOYED~!