Curtis

This room is too small

It wasn't my fault. They deserved it. I didn't mean to. I loved every second of it. They were my family. No they weren't. I loved them. I hated them. I'm sorry. No I'm not.

A large hand grips onto my forarm and pushes, causing me to lurch forwad. I grunt out in pain, as I fall onto the cold tiled floor. I look back up at the man who had pushed me and gulp down my breath as I gaze in fear. The man has a hateful glare fixated onto his face as he towers above me. I shuffle backwards until I feel my back press up againts something cold. The metal footboard of a bed. My breathing calms as the man turns away from me, but only quickens again as he shoves another man into the room with me. I was never comfortable around people and definatly not in such a small room. The man seems like an adult, mabey in his late 20's. I'm 17. I'm only 17. The man has a short, almost buzzcut, looking haircut. He has a tattoo on his collar bone that looks like a name, his girlfriend or wife no doubt. He has stubble which makes him look all the more tough and terrifying. He looks over to me and smiles, reaching his hand out to shake mine. I only shuffle to the side so he won't be able to touch me. He frowns slightly and clears his throat while sitting up,

"What did you do to be locked up in here kid?" He asks me, using a tone one would use with a toddler, in an attempt to sound less threatening. I only stare at him, shaking slightly, desperatly looking around the room for something anything to distract me. I'm trembling now, I feel my heart beating out of my chest, I hate people.

"Hey, kid, I'm not gonna do anything to you." The man says holding his hands up in defense, desperately trying to calm me down.

"You know what? I'll tell you what I did first okay?" I look at him, like knowing why he's here will calm me down. If anything I'll be more scared, but I nod anyway, can't be that bad. Can it?

"Okay, well, I robbed a bank, I didn't intent on killing anyone. I needed the money and that was all. But my nerves were getting the best of me and I was getting freaked out. One of the hostages took my moment of weakness to hurry towards the door and...." he pauses to take a shaking breath, like he was upset.

"I shot them out of panick, I didn't even know who until I lowered my gun and... i-it was a little girl. Mabey 9 or 10? I didn't mean to, honestly, I didn't. But I did, and I turned myself in. So there you have it kid, see? I'm sure that what you did isn't as bad as what I did." He looked at me expectantly but I only returned his gaze with silence. He let out a sigh,

"Okay, don't tell me. I shouldn't have pried I'm sorry." He walked away from my corner and sat on the other bed om the opposite side of the room. I look around hesitantly from where I'm curled up, this room is way too small. I get up shakily and lool to see a huge mirror on the wall between the two twin sized mattresses which I guess were our beds. I don't mind them, I won't be able to sleep anyway. Every time I fall asleep I'm greated by nightmares that have me waking up in a cold sweat and bloody finger tips from biting my nails in my sleep. Nightmares of them when they were still alive. The harshful words the abuse the, agonizingly, long periods when they would lock me in my room without food or water for days because I 'wasn't grateful'. I've grown to live with not having much food without- sleeping very often. I was numb to tiredness now, I was only ever, just there. Not really conscious about anything I did, except, except when I slit their filthy throats and gazed down at their mutalated bodies. I never felt more alive and in control in my entire during that moment. Deep down I loved seeing their horrified faces when I stabed them... again and again and again. They deserved it after all...

didn't they? I gazed at my hands that had clenched into fists. But, everything they did to me, caused me to become skiddish and paranoid. Fear of almost everyone around me. I never got to be a normal kid, causing me to be childish and hyper if I was by myself, never being able to sit still and playing with the much smaller childrens toys if I got the chance to go to a park. I look around the room once more, and I realize once again, this room is too small.

HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED AND JUST A QUICK SHOUT OUT TO FantasyFilled15 FOR BEING AWESOME AND INSPIRING ME TO WRITE THIS! LOVE Y'ALL! BAI!