Under The Table

The main character is original and so is the story.

If you give it a chance I think you'll like it♠️

I snapped my head up when I heard the heavy screech of the door opening on the other side of the glass window. The room is similar to the visitation ones, except there's no phone and It's more closed off. I watched the guards bring him in, they shackled his feet to the floor and his hands to the metal table in front of him. As soon as he was chained up, one of the guards nodded to me, and they all left. I looked him over before I said anything. How could I not? It's jarring. The first thing you notice is the scars. They come out from his mouth curving into a jagged smile, arching far past the point where mouths are supposed to stop. He looks like a completely different monster than on the news. The green hair has faded to a dirty blonde. None of that greasy clown paint that looks like an old-time minstrel singer in reverse.

He has his head hanging low with his hair covering his eyes. I can't tell if he's sleeping, or just ignoring me. I should be direct.

"Can you please look at me," I asked.