This is the prologue of a new story that I started during Christmas Holidays. I kind of wanted to write something about prison and probably a love story with much drama that started there (Hako no Naka by Konohara Narise is one of my favorite novels -now you get my inspiration). The main characters are Philip and Alexandr. I don't know yet if the story will be from both their points of view or just Philip's but the prologue is from Philip's side. Hope you like it :)
If someone told me two months
ago that I would end up in one of the most highly secured prisons in the USA, I
would say that he’s bullshitting me. Well, not exactly –I would never utter the
word bullshit back in my old life – but you get what I mean, I would’ve never
believed you!
For a matter of fact nobody would have
believed you. ‘Cause, come on, everyone knew I was one of the good guys. I’m
friendly, nice, far from a troublemaker, faithful to the church and the law and
all the things that make good people well… good. I never did anything bad not
even as a child. My momma bet I was going to heaven and I’m pretty sure that
bet is earning her millions in the after life.
Of course now all that is shattered. Now
everyone thinks I’m a psychopath. Who knows maybe I am. Only a crazy person
would do what I did anyway. On the other side I’m thirty; I think I would have
noticed by now, wouldn’t I? I mean thirty years is enough time for a person to
realize his crazy and take care of it, right? But if you are really crazy you
don’t know, so once more I’m spurting nonsense. The possibility of me being a
nut case stands still.
I guess I’m not an expert but I’m pretty
sure the psychologist they sent me didn’t detect anything unusual either. I
didn’t ask him of course but his expression was one of satisfaction. On the
other hand, if you take it from his point of view maybe he was satisfied
because he found another crazy person to reside to his asylum.
Well now I’m sure I’m not crazy because I’m
not in an asylum. I’m in a normal prison, a really well guarded prison at that
but still a normal one. Apparently I am supposed to be a really dangerous and vicious
person so they have to guard me 24/7. I don’t mind as long as they leave me
alone and won’t pair me with an asshole inmate like on the previous prison. You’ll
get what I mean later.
Four men, three women and a child. That was
the verdict. I say it’s a pretty good number for murder, lots of people at the
same time. I’m kidding, those kinds of things aren’t something to laugh for. But
there is nothing else to do apart from laughing. If I cry I would be a mess and
nobody wants to see me depressed. Of course if I was really the one who did it
nobody would escape from my grief. But since my conscience is clean you have
nothing to worry about, we’re all safe.
If my memory doesn’t fool me the victims
were my sister’s son of a bitch husband, his lover, a congressman, his wife,
their child, their two bodyguards and a poor cleaning lady. The point of course
is how those people ended up dead, right? Don’t worry I’ll get to that
eventually.
Now the important thing is the prison and
that it scares the shit out of me. It’s not scary because it’s full of deadly
criminals that could easily cut my throat and eat my heart for lunch, no. Actually
I haven’t seen any other inmate apart from the guy that came with me. A runty,
little man with thinning hair who I speculate had to do with fraud. He didn’t look
like a killer to me, but hell, I don’t look like a killer and look where I am
now. You can never judge based only from appearance.
But any way, the place is spooking me. It’s too
clean, too quiet. Everything seems too precise like a machine, done with no
emotion or reaction. For the first time since this whole situation started I feel
like it’s not going to be what I expected. It feels like it’s going to be so,
so much worse.
Oh, God damned…
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