The prisoner. 3

Part 3:

>The next few years are a burl
>Violence, criminal damage,  arson….the works
>generally you’re a scumbag, but one who is smart enough to not get caught…at least with the big things
>Granddads too old to stop you, but too soft to send you to a home or rat you out
>You hate the old man, always going on about “how you are on the road to nowhere” or “how your parents wouldn’t want this”
>the fuck would he know what they would want…
>there dead
>you wish he was to…
>that was until he got sick
>this was the man who took you in, who cared for you when you lost everything!
>you treated him like shit and now he is dying and you can’t do a damn thing about it…
>just like last time…
>you sit, you don’t know how long, there in the hospital room…alone again
>The door opens, a woman flanked by two police officers walk in…
>you barely acknowledge them, you just want left alone
>the woman begins talking, you don’t hear a word…
>why won’t they go?
>…”do you understand..?”
>you don’t respond…
>”please, we have to go…”
>you understand now…a social worker, the cops are probability there because of you history.
>you turn with a sneer
“fuck off…”
>the lady officer approaches you…
>She is going to take you away from him…
>you glare as your hand goes to you’re to your pocket
>to be alone again, no, this time you’re not fucking tied down!
>you hit the button on your concealed switchblade
>No, this time you can fucking do something!
>you quickly stab the knife in her leg!
>she screams and falls to the ground
>before the other could react you are next to him
>No you aren’t fucking to sitting now!
>the man falls struggling for air
>no, this time you’re going to-!
>the taser hits you…
>you fall…
>and that’s how you ended up in the mad house…



>you open your eyes with a sigh…
>you hate that one.
>you look around your dank prison
>still the same 4 walls, still the same dull light, still the vile smell from your slop bucket.
>you look at the plate at your feet longingly….
>no, you can’t if you don’t eat she’ll have to let you go….
>as your thoughts turn to your keeper your mind is flooded with rage…
>”KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER! KILL HER!”
>fuck you can’t think!
>you bite down hard on your thumb…
>the you concentrate on the pain…
>the voice fades back into the background…
>you can think again…
>The voice is getting louder, more demanding
>worse still you are beginning to listen to it..
>fuck you can’t help it!
>you look down the plate again…
>with the monotony and the exhaustion you’ve lost count of what meal it is
>you could have been down here for years and not know it…
>At all thanks to her!
>you yank your restraint
>”clang”
>not being able to move….unable to do anything
>it’s too much like then
>it’s maddening…
>”KILL HER! “
SHUT UP!!!
>you voice echoes of the walls back to you!
>”kill her”
“she doesn’t even carry the key down with her…it won’t do any good.
>”kill her”
>you begin sobbing to yourself
“shut up…I am not you….”
>”kill her”
>at that moment you hear the heavy door open
>oh no…
>”Kill her…”
>not now!
>Kill Her!
>please Fluttershy
>you mind goes numb as it is flooded by an indescribable rage
>”KILLLLLL HER!”



>You bite down hard on your free hand!
>you have to hold back the red mist!
>she arrives at the bottom step just as you regain some composure
>she smiles at you…only causing the anger to swell
>keep a hold Anon, you are better that this…
>”Afternoon Anon…”
>”You can do it! It will be easy, like cutting into some fresh beef!”
>”Your still not eating…Anon please your wasting away!”
>You bite your lip…It is getting harder to ignore the voice
>After all look at what she’s done to you!
>you look your shackled arm, thin and pale
>”you need release! Take your revenge!”
>you taste blood…
>”so Anon…do you want to talk today?”
>even if you wanted to answer her you couldn’t
>every conscious part of you is staying your hand
>”wait till she leans in….that’s the time…”
>you clench your eyes shut!
>shut up….
>you need to get out of here, any longer and he’ll win out!
>you open your eyes
>Fluttershy has already started talking
>you don’t even here her voice any more
-
>You can’t tell how long has past
>you look back to the twig you once called an arm…
>a stronger you could snap it off…
>mmm…
>”HEY! You’re not the bad guy here, remember!”
>your head starts to spin
>you are to god damn tried to be thinking of this shit!
>your eyes grow heavy…
>the background noise of Fluttershy and the yelling in your head can’t stop you ….
>you sleep on the idea…
>yeah…
>sleep…









>the courts say you are dangerous can blame, an indeterminate sentence
>after all assault on a two police officers with a deadly weapon and GBH are serious crimes
>also they think you are crazy as hell
>meh, so do you…
>your Grandfather died disappointed in you and himself for letting you be you.
>but not any more…
>you take every course they can offer
>you go to every constellation available
>for the next year you take your studies back on track, although you can never get a hang of spelling and your hand writing is terrible
>you get your GCSE’s, all A’s
>you push all those destructive thoughts to one side, though they still talk to you
>don’t tell anyone, you can handle it and you need out.
>after two years you are no longer thought a threat, still on probation though, that’s okay however.
>you are not the same kid you where
>go back to school, get your A levels
>start claiming DLA for a few problems your time on the inside picked up, get a free laptop to.
>move out of the care home and find a flat with a roomie that didn’t ask too many questions
>Get accepted into university to study law
>you can hardly believe it 6 years ago you where nothing but a scumbag looking for attention
>now you are training to be a lawyer.
>pore yourself a glass of vodka and £1 mixers
“I did it granddad…I on the road to somewhere..”
>you’d drink to that
>uge, pure petrol
>guess you over exited
>hehe

>you awake with a humming in your ear…
>where are you?
>”where she put you…”
>you look up to see your captor, still prattling on like nothing is wrong
>it makes you sick
>your hand goes to your pocket…sure enough the Swiss army knife is still there…
>you flick it open with an audible click
>She doesn’t notice, she is to engrossed in here speech…
>you don’t hear what she is saying, you can’t hear what she is saying…
>the only noise you can distinguish is the chanting in your head
>”KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL,”
>So Anon…what do you think?”
>silence….
>”this is it…”
>you don’t say a word you only stare at the yellow pony
>intent in your eyes, intent she is oblivious to
>she frowns and comes in close
>your grip the knife tighter
>”just…a…little…more….”

>she stops, sniffing the air
>her eyes are drawn to your slop bucker
>”Oh Anon, I am so sorry, I forgot to empty it, oh I am so sorry, I’ll do it right away.”
>she grabs the bucket and rushes up stairs…
>you sit there stunted…
>you exhale that breath you were holding
>that was to close…
>”Unlucky…you’ll get her next time…”
>fuck…he’s right…
>he is fucking right
>Fluttershy returns holding a fresh bucket, she places it at your feet, gives you a quick smile and returns up stairs.
>You can’t believe how close you where to killing her
>you begin sobbing
>damn it
>you thought that was behind you
>you thought you were better!
>”face it…I am you and you WILL do as I say…”
shut up…
>”you don’t like being trapped, unable to move, it’s too much like then isn’t it?”
shut the fuck up…
>”well the crazy bitch has got you down here for the duration! There. Is. No.  Other. Way. Out!”
>he is right again…
>what can you do?
>you take the knife out of your pocket…and look to your shrivelled arm.
>you give the handcuffs a pull for good measure…
>”Clang,”
>nope, no give…
>you look to the broom to your left
>and the boiler in front of you, the metal read hot in places….
“No, there is one way…”

>you take the broom stick and bite down on it
>”No don’t do this…”
>you take off your shirt and tie it above your elbow
>”No! you’ll fucking die!”
Things work differently here, you know that…
>you grip the knife in your free hand…
>to bad your left hand is the weaker one…
>oh yeah, this is going to suck.
>you ready the knife
>”STOP! Are you fucking insane!”
>you laugh through the broom handle
YEAH! I GUESS I FUCKING AM!!
>You slam the knife into the elbow joint
>The pain is intense!
>you bite down harder on the broom, screaming as you do!
>you pull the knife out of your arm…
>you can’t help but spare a look
>god, you want to be stick, mostly from the pain…
>the noose you tide is slowing the blood, but the tear in wicked tear in your arm is excruciating.
>fuck, look away
>just keep stabbing, it will be over soon
>you close your eyes and strike again, and again and again…
>each one sending a new sicking sensation through your entire body
>you open your eyes to check the damage…
>the joint has been torn open, you clearly see the bone through the ruined flesh
>it’s are hard feeling to express seeing your own skeleton, though possibly the worst one a person can feel
>you look then to your instrument…
>the blade has broken off, those last few hits where likely just to tell you that you’re a fool…
>the voice, dulled by the pain up to this manages to add his two cents
“SEE! Now you are going to bleed to death! All because you were too of much a pussy!”

>shit….
>shit shit shit shit shit…
>you need to find something anything…
>perhaps it was the fact you haven’t eaten in days but your eyes are draw to the sandwich
>the plate!
>quickly to smash the plate and take the biggest shard there…
>you beging hitting the joint again, this time looking!
>you been through too much to fuck this up!
>you winch and grunt after ever strike but you keep hitting
>you watch as the gristle snaps
>come on
>you watch as your tendons tear
>COME ON!
>you watch as the bone breaks!
>YES!
>just a few more strikes
>you hit the only thing between you a freedom one more time!
>only for the shard to shatter in your hand!
>NO!
>fuck…
>you notice that bone is nearly gone….
>you gather up all your strength
>and pull against the pipe!
>”CLANG!”
>You are in the worst pain you can imagine
>you pull again
>”CLANG”
>once more…
>”CLANG-SNAP”
>you fail to the ground, your mouth full of splinters as to two parts of a broom handle come to rest either side of you.


>You look back, your arm is still attached to the pipe
>but you are not attached to your arm
>you are free
>you can’t help but laugh
>FUCKING FREE!!
>”hey shit for brains, you’re still bleeding to death…”
>welp, no rest for the wicked…
>you crawl to the boiler
>gitty at your new found movement
>focus, you’re not out of this yet!
>you balance yourself and ready your stump
>you take one look and the glaring red metal
>Oh yeah, this will suck to…
>You thrust the remains of your arm against the boiler!
>you scream as the hot metal burns the hole in your arm shut
>cauterizing it
>you fall to the ground
>the pain and smell of your own flesh roasting is too much
>you vomit the contents of your stomach, with isn’t much…
>you feel the adrenaline wearing off as your head goes numb
>getting hard to think…
>no focus! You can sleep later
>you look to the stairs…
>the last obstacle…
>to your freedom
>you smile
>hard parts over

>as you walk up the stairs you can feel your vision burl
>your legs are weak, partly from underuse
>partly because you haven’t eaten in days and you just cut off your fucking arm
>but you make it
>you hit the emergency release on the door
>putting all your weight on it you manage to get it open
>you stubble into Fluttershy’s hallway
>using the last of your strength you rush to the front door
>you fling it open
>you drink in the fresh air!
>Words cannot describe it!
>pure ecstasy
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!
>you’re out
>you’re FREE!
>you fall to your knees
>free.
>you fall to the ground
>free…
>you close your eyes…
>free….