Time flies when you’re having fun, so here’s a post! Missed a few days that I intended on posting, my bad. :O Enjoy!
Self Deposition
Jason’s eyes blinked in an odd repetition of nervousness. He did not want to believe he was where he was. Those simple little words would stick in his mind for the rest of his life; “…is guilty.” He screamed. He had only hit the man twice. He didn’t mean to kill him.
The air around him was cold, and the steel bench he sat on began to make him ache. Jason looked around the room, still blinking, as he clenched his hands. Sweat made his fingers slide across his palms with ease, making it harder to for the inch-long, serrated edges of his nails to dig in. His veins began to surge from the tightness in his forearms.
Still looking…there they were; the bars that took his freedom. In a burst of fiery, sorrow, and half madness, Jason leapt towards the bars. He slammed into them like a rock being thrown into a wall. As he hit, he gripped his sweat covered hands around two of the bars. He tried to shake them free as he attempted to pull them upward in a fit of complete rage.
“Let me out!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. Spit flew from his mouth and some dribbled down his chin. His hair was soaked from perspiration. Realizing the bars would not budge he released his strangling grip, and ran a hand through his drenched hair.
He sat back down on the steel bench. The slight pain of occurring bruises shot through him. A thought of him in ten years filled his mind. He put his face in his hands and yelled, “Why!” He yelled again, and again, and again until it faded away. The bench still hurt, and the thought of a life in the cool dampness for the rest of his life saddened him.
Another thought…he cried. Jason’s mind ran rampant with thoughts of suicidal wishes. He raised one hand and put it under his chin, and then placed the other on the top of his head. His teeth grinded together and he laughed through a tightened smile. The glare of the lights reflected off of his dark eyes. He laughed even louder through the muffling of his closed mouth.
With one quick jerk there was silence, then darkness.
He would be in the dampness for the rest of his life…but the pain would be gone…
