Life On The Murder Scene

The cell floor was cold as i sat on it twiddling with my thumbs. Sadly, the light coming from the window was fading and making my eyelids grow heavier. I didn't want to sleep outside in the dark. I wasn't afraid, just cold and to stupid not to get into another incident. I wanted to make a bet with everyone in the prison that i would end up getting tons of warnings, punishments and maybe even stuff like being put in a cell one day...chained up onto the walls like those crazy serial killers. Technically i was one for killing four. Then again, i didn't really do it.
Why was i denying everything?
A noise came from the end of the hallway and my head shot to the side. I crawled forward on my hands across the stone floor to grab at the bars and look across the hallway. I saw Patrick, wonderlessly walking down the corridor, his eyes locked on my cell. What did he want? So far i knew he didn't talk for shit, and even if he wanted to, he probably would refuse the fact that he had any vocal chords at all.
He was edging closer to my cell now, and i was pushing myself further up against the bars of my cell. I saw him shoot a look at me, and as if his previous movements were in slow motion, he sped up rapidly to reach me and sit down so we were at level.
"Frank." He shuffled a bit on the bumpy ground, his bowler hat tilting to the side on the quiff of his hair. "Gerard requested i collected you from here and to your sleeping spot for the night." Wow...i didn't know he could talk that much.
"I have to sleep next to Gerard whilst he watches me? Ok, i'm up for it!" The thought was actually acceptable that i could talk to Gerard for a bit. Bob didn't know shit about punishments, neither did he that i was starting to fancy Gerard.
"You serious?" His tone was casual, and almost too loose for a guy like that.
"Gerard's a nice guy."
"And nothing like you. You both are the edible equivalent of sugar and spice. You shouldn't work well together."
"Ah...but you think that. He's actually a lot different." I said. Patrick raised his eyebrows a bit, his hands now on the bars of the cell door, chipping off the rusty metal.
"I've been here long enough to know he's stiff."
"Why are you here then Mr.Zippy?" Now my voice was a bit to hissed, and my expression to angry, so i softened it. "Go on."
"Frank, i have to take you to Gerard soon."
"Look, you want a friend." I let him hold my gaze for a bit. "I sure do."
"Fine." He looked uncomfortable, the obvious reason is that we didn't have much time before yeti man would come along and start a snow storm, or Gerard would run along, or rather attempt to in his tight fitting jeans, and attempt to tell me off when i know he wouldn't want to.
"My mom was an alcoholic. She would come home every day pissed out of her mind, me not approving and certainly not my dad. Nothing changed, apart from the fact that she'd get drunk more often encouraging my dad too. I think it became a head ache for him in the end because those constant words pushed him to copying my mother.
"Then it was the both of them i'd see, coming home every night drunk. I wanted to run away from my family and forget everything, but the only solution was my grandparents. My aunt,uncle,nan,granddad,mum, dad and me ended up going over there one day to celebrate an occasion. It was so long ago i cant remember.
"Around eight in the evening my parents said they would just pop out to get some cigarettes then be back. They didn't come back though. Not long after their leave we got a phone call saying they'd been involved in a drink driving accident. It wasn't them who were drunk though. A guy called Pete Wentz was driving the car with them in and many others, whom he killed them all.
"I hate him even now i have to see his face. The grudge i bare will never go away. After that, i got so frustrated with everything that i lost the plot. My hands dragged upwards and curses were directed at everyone. That night i injured my whole family there. I have no regrets..."
He stopped, tears hot, swelling in his eyes. He gripped onto the bars tighter and watched me. It was strange to hear other peoples stories of how they committed criminal acts. They felt all so distant from each others, but they were all crime related. It was obvious Patrick regretted something there. The still of his figure, and stutter of his words didn't prove that he was overly confident about everything. That must of been the reason that drove him to being so quiet.
"Sorry....i shouldn't of spoke so fast. I don't really like reminding myself of things, that's why i tend to shut my mouth." He stood up and unlocked the cell doors for me, pulling me up by my hands. He turned away from me slightly, embarrassed and his face, clearly showing that he wanted to move on from everything he had just told me.
"We'd better take you outside....friend." A small smile grew on his chubby face, letting the tense mood now become happy. He was strange to say the least, but a really nice guy. He walked weird, talked weird...even cried weird (*Is that possible?) Everything about him would naturally scream weird. It felt like he belonged here though, like everyone who had a place they filled in this shitty brick building full of assholes. We all seemed fairly odd, but got along well because of the scars left on our skin. Mine were just forming, rather than Patrick's who were gradually healing up.
"Have fun." He let me walk out onto the rooftop of the prison building, not a wave goodbye. The door shuddered behind me, a click and it was shut. The wind ran all over my body and gave me violent shivers. The sky was pitch black, blending with Gerard's hair which poked in all different directions as he watched me walk towards him in the darkness of the moon.
It felt like one of those moments where two people have a reunion, only this time i wasn't running. My heart had strangely sped up though, my palms sweaty and balled up. It felt all too familiar to how a person would feel if they were in love. I hoped the feeling was neutral between us though for it sure felt embarrassing. Why was i reacting this way to a guy i had only just met, and why was he so fatal to a beating heart whenever he shot a glance at me.
Imitating my previous thoughts of a reunion scene, i let him meet me halfway until a jolt of electricity ran through my body....

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