Tell Me I'm A Bad, Bad Man

Fuck Gates. Fuck all of them. This place has been my enemy for years and I’m not gonna start falling into line now. The day I got here was a weird day for me in all honesty. Yeah, yeah I had to do the ol’ squat and cough shit but I didn’t expect to walk into a nest full of old dudes, lanky kids and the occasional big guy with tattoos. This place is for the worst of the worst. Paedophiles, murderers, torture, blah blah blah you get the picture. Think Shutter Island meets Zimbardo’s prison experiment.

I grew up in Jersey, my ma was a passive aggressive bitch and my dad I’m not even gonna mention. I kept to myself, and anyone that didn’t like that soon learnt. I’d sit on my own and just read most of the time. They say criminals are uneducated, then again, most of them lack common sense. Atleast, the ones I’m stuck in this shithole with do. Catcher in the Rye was my favourite book. I always kinda identified with Holden, thought I was real cool because this book was banned. Mark David Chapman went nuts off that book though, thought he was Holden Caulfield n’ shit and shot John Lennon. I personally just think he was a bit of a tool and blamed all his shit on the book.

“GET UP ANIMALS! TIME TO MOVE!” Great. Gate’s annoying fucking voice rings out as he drags his baton against the bars. What peaks my interest though is the baby boy following behind him. He’s holding a large ring of keys in his hands, unlocking everyone’s gates as trails behind his official. I drag myself off the cardboard mattress and stand up. My spine cracks in adjustment to the new movement. You’d think after years of this place that my body would realise it’s not gonna see a soft and fluffy fuckin’ mattress again. Those are forever gone from life and now just a wet dream. I walk up to the gate and step out, standing so close to the boy that I could smell him. He shifts uncomfortably in my presence and I inwardly laugh. Poor baby. I still wonder to myself, what the hell is he doing here? He looks up at me, I take the opportunity and growl at him. The poor kid jumps and lets out a startled squeak. I chuckle at him. Cute.

“IERO! DO I GOTTA TELL YOU AGAIN?” Gate’s screams at me. Fuck him.

“ Was only playing, sir..” I mumble as I remember his threat. There’s no fucking way I’m going back there.

The sweet boy carries on his duties and ignores me entirely as he unlocks everyone’s doors. Everyone steps out and stands outside their cell as we readily wait the bell to signal that we can go to the cafeteria. This kid’ll be the death of me.

Notes

This is a short one as I'm kinda out of practice. I uploaded the first chapter last year so I think I win at being literal worst writer. I wrote it and it got a great response but I didn't really know where to go so it got forgotten. BUT, I have a brilliant co-writer Candycxnt who is brilliant and we're gonna get this shitshow up and running again because it had some nice potential we think. So we're gonna start uploading fairly regularly together. This chapter is kind of a filler though, just to get up and moving.
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Songs while writing: (check em out I swear they're good)
Disarm- The Smashing Pumpkins
Hysteria- Muse
sea castle- Purity Ring
.neverenders. - Frank Iero and the Patience
White Trash Heroes- Archers of Loaf
Popular- Nada Surf