*Trigger Warning: This chapter has mentions of suicide, murder and schizophrenia (I am not an expert with mental disorders so i apologize in advance if i incorrectly write anything.)

I sat on the crumbling brick wall across from the hard working prisoners chipping at their pile of rocks. Bob, a.k.a yeti asshole, kept me in my cell for an hour because apparently it would refresh my mind, then he let me come out and watch the other guys.
To be honest, it was really difficult not to run over to my fellow friends and start that ingenious chant all over again but my lips were sealed. So, i watched from a far distance behind the line of officers leaning forward to shoot daggers at all the prisoners. I had to admit, they certainly weren't bad at their job. It must of been Bob kicking all that information into them...literally.
It was six in the evening and i was craving food like i'm sure the others were. My head was pounding and my cheek still hurt from the other day. There was nothing i could really do about it apart from turn my head purposely whenever Gerard looked over to make the guilt sink in even more.
I didn't want to do it or make him feel guilty, i guess it was just the emotions running through me since I've been here. I really like the guy, maybe more than i even realized, so i hope tonight outside would give me some chance to get to know him better. The thought of him straining himself so he was someone else made me tense. He had been manipulated to the point that he wasn't he same person, as i was sure he was definitely more rebellious then that.
"Frank...why aren't you working?" Gerard had turned round and paced over to me, his black hair blowing in the wind. I pushed off of the wall and sighed downward.
"I made up a insulting chant and got the others to join in with me." He sniggered a bit into his clothed palm and walked a bit closer so he was standing beside me.
"Oh yeah, i thought i saw the chief take you away."
"You mean Yeti-asshole."
"Yes...i mean...yeti-asshole." He paused at every word to process what he was saying and the nickname i had given Bob.
"Good name right? I'm a genius." I smirked a bit as he looked down at me.
"You know...you remind me of a guy we used to have here once." I felt him brush past me to sit back on the wall, so i did the same, and watched him as he lent his head on the wall to talk to me.
"His name was Bert McCracken and he came here just like you one day for killing four people....the only problem was...they were all his family. He was assigned to the same corridor where i patrolled so, as well as the chief, i was ordered to study the legal documents of his criminal offence.
"He committed the crime because of.....a insanity i guess. Bert never had any friends in his life or a caring family as a matter of fact. His life was a downward spiral, and in his cell he would constantly rock back and forth stating that 'everyone was out to get him'. He learnt to go to school and educate himself with the help of no one. Soon, he was in such a dark place that surely something needed to happen.
"Just at that point in time, a boy came along called Jimmy Urine..."
"Jimmy....what the one i know?" My heart was slowly speeding up, and my neck was craning forward to peer up at his face in enthusiasm.
"Yes. Jimmy and Bert became the best of friends and constantly hung out together at the local clay bird shooting practice. Jimmy especially liked that practice because his moral was 'Everyone should have a hole in their life.' Bert never truly understood what that meant, but was so fascinated with Jimmy that he couldn't help but act on it.
"Jimmy would suggest little things that would create 'an actual hole in his life' but Bert would never absorb everything because of how ridiculous sounding it was. Jimmy would say that the hole in someones life had to be the most precious thing to them, so it would create an effect. He thought that if everyone lost something they loved then the world would be equal and understandable again. He was in a downward spiral in his life to as his own criminal reports suggested.
"Finally, there came a day at clay bird shooting practice where the day had been very dim. Bert had a heavy weight heaving at his stomach and his head wasn't in the right place. Although all these things would suggest he shouldn't act on anything today....he did. That was the day he killed his parents and two siblings.
"He had realized what the most precious thing was. His family. Even though they had constantly pushed him down and degraded him, they meant everything to him. Stage one of insanity. Everything felt right that day for him, as he stated in his interview: The way the rain trickled down his face, the fake smiles plastered on his families faces whilst they walked over to him, the feeling of the cold metal of the gun weighted in his hands. So he shot them all.
"Jimmy just watched.....afterwards he was in hysterics. When the police and ambulance arrived, they had to sedate Bert to stop him from running at one of the cops. They knew something had flashed through his mind to make him do that. I spoke to one of the cops after the event, and he said about how bloodshot the boys eyes were, and how his veins stuck out as they ran up his neck. It was the scariest thing he had seen in his whole life of crime work. Bert had found his love, and acted on it.......carving four holes into four lifeless bodies.
"After that, Jimmy had ran off and wasn't seen by any of the officers. Two days later he was spotted outside his grandparents house where he lived, crying tears of laughter on the garden path, the house behind him, a big hole running through each end of the bottom of the house, and his grandparents....flattened.
"I had the privilege of interviewing him to so i could find out the whole story for myself. Jimmy hadn't said much however, just repeating that he loved his grandparents.....so he made the hole that was needed for everything to fall apart. He's been here for four years now and we've grown closer. He's now a good friend of mine strangely.....since the day i met him till now....it's like he's a different person.
"He survived every little task he's forced to do now, and never once objected or brought up his past to make people feel guilt. He is the last self-centered person I've ever met, rather than who he was four years ago. Back then he went through this awful faze of mindless self indulgence where he would act up, all to benefit himself.
"Sadly, although Jimmy is still here and strong....Bert isn't. Because of the details of the crime, our department suggested he had schizophrenia, and later fully diagnosed him with it. Every sign of behavior we witnessed suggested he had it. He was an unstable emotional character whom often needed to be physically catered by a professional therapist. Some times he would call for us in the late of the night and bang on the walls of the corridors claiming he had heard voices telling him that he shouldn't be here and belonged 'up there..with them'.
"It took us a while to understand him, until everything became clear. The ceiling was his 'up there', and a string of rope was his way of getting there. We found him, his body hanging by a thick circle of rope swinging from the roof, only a year ago. I was unfortunate to see this...I've had nightmares ever since. We had become best friends when he was alive. Yes...he was crazy and delusional, and had all these faults you couldn't help but notice....but they were beautiful and made him who he was.
"I knew he wasn't going to be around forever....i faced it long ago but didn't tell anyone. I did everything to save him and negotiate with him whilst we talked under the night sky of the prison boulevard. Soon, i faced that i was making a fool of myself...so i stopped. I let him slip. And the only thing i was left with was a note that the police took in to study. A note only i understood. It said: Is the noose your hole...and am i your precious? It's still sitting in my pocket to this day, and all i can hope is that he is happier now."
I sat, tensed on the wall, my nails chipping the cement. My heart was beating through my chest. Gerard looked pale, and although it was hot, he was shivering and tense too. Everyone else was blocked out from my view now and hearing as i saw him bear the slightest of warm smiles. I softened my grip on the wall, and with ought thought i let my arms slip around him.
I hugged him tight, feeling his arms wrap around my waist slowly after. I grinned into his shoulder, tears staining his black blazer. I could hear him sniffling into my back, and his breathing heavy. He always seemed like my ideal friend...and now i truly knew him. No wonder he felt he needed to stick by every order he was given. This place had messed him up like it was with everyone. It was just a matter of time before i was tooken away with the fairies.
He pulled back, and just before staring at me, he whispered in my ear.
"Your more to me than just a hole." And he slipped away to his remaining stance on the cold cobble watching the labor continue.

Notes

*I'm sorry if it's tooken a while to update and this chapter isn't too good because it's a filler. I feel like i wanted to write about a important character in more depth.

On other news i've dyed my hair for the third time a dark purple! It looks amazeballs :) I would post a picture but my camera is the worst so just think it up.
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