Curtis

Someone else is here

I hear the slot on the door push open, meaning it was meal time. I walk over to Randy, as he has told me his name, and poke him. He groans and I step back quickly,

"The foods here." I say quietly to him as he looks up at me sleepily.

"So you talk?" Oh yah. This is the first time I talked to him, or said anything really. He gets up and I shuffle back more. He sighs before heading towards the door where a tray of food was laying in front of it. Randy brings the tray over and holds it out to me. I look up at him confused.

"Take some food kid, I'm not gonna watch you starve." I quietly grab a piece of bread and take a bite. Randy looks at me again, he holds out the cup full of water.

"Drink half and I'll have the rest."

"I-it's fine. Really. I'm not thirsty." I mumble, he needs it more than me. He only shakes his head and holds the cup out more in my direction. I sigh and take the cup reluctantly from his hand. I take a few sips and hand it back to Randy. He takes it and sits down opposite of me, on his bed. He begins to munch and chew on the remaining food, I knew he was hungrier than me. When he finishes food, he looks up at me. He coughs a couple times and rubs his head. I eye him while still munching on my bread.

"Just a headache." He says noticing me looking at him. I look down, I still don't like him much. I deal with him if anything. He seems like he means well but I still feel uneasy whenever he looks at me or talks to me. He rubs his head again and lies down, cursing under his breath.

"This is a bad one." He mumbles more to himself than to me. I get up and look at myself in the mirror. I shiver slightly, the old striped prison uniform was baggy on me and doesn't keep me very warm. It's the begining of winter so, I need more layers. I walk uneasily to the metal door where they serve us the food and look through the slot. The man stands opposite the door but he can't see me. I take in a breath and lick my lips, nervous,

"I-it's cold i-in here. May I-I have a jacket?" The man grunts and he looks at the hole from which I'm peeking out.

"N-nothing big!" I stammer, fear overcoming my stomach again.

"Just so-something warm. P-please." The man sighs and walks away, figures, he doesn't care what happens to me. Before I can utter a curse under my breath I hear the man comeing back. I step back quickly, afraid to let him see me again. I almost fall back as the door begins to creak open just enough for an orange jumpsuit to be dropped in. Of course, more prison garbage. They want me to dress like a criminal no matter what. I did what I had to do! They deserved it! They weren't my parents, they were monsters! My name is engraved into a nametag on the left side of the chest area, wow. I hold it out in length and realize something. I growl, the sleeves and bottom half are ripped off, good enough. I'll take what I can get. I slip it on over the striped longsleeve shirt and botton it up as much as I can, it's baggy too, leaving the very top of my chest exposed a bit. Randy groans from where he lays and I jump, startled. I realize he's looking at me and I emediatly feel uncomfortable and a bit scared. He chuckles,

"Nice name, Curtis." He says, crap, he read the nametag. I didn't want him to know my name.

"I'm still gonna call you kid though, has a ring to it kinda." I huff out a sigh of relief, I don't want him to use my name.

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It's the middle of the night and I'm sitting in bed staring at Randy. He did something before we went to sleep. I was playing with the small block wire game that they had given me to keep myself occupied. The small clicking of the wooden blocks must have agrivated him becouse he asked if I could play with it quieter. I tried my best to be quiet with it but my hand sliped and the blacks fell down with a loud thump. Randy sat up and grabed the object from me and threw it across the room. He glared at me and snapped at me to keep quiet and not to make him mad. I stayed frozen in fear as he turned away from me and tried to fall asleep again. I can feel something different about this room and I've heard snickering, but Randy hasn't heard anything. Is it just in my head? It's starting to worry me. Am I going crazy? Or am I just overreacting? That has to be it, I'm just overreacting. Now, I'm gonna lay down and I'm going to calm down. Nothing is here. It's just Randy and I. I'm just being paranoid. Yah, you are.

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