Insanity is the only sane reaction to an insane society.
He stared against the ceiling. How long did he lay here now? He didn’t know. Was it day or night? He didn’t know. Summer or winter, spring or autumn?
He never knew.
This room, his cell, had no window. Only a small row of glass block spend a little daylight. Actual he was always happy about this soft duskiness. His eyes were perfect for seeing in the dark… at the price of colorblindness and light sensitiveness. Funny… in the ’forest’ his eyes were completely normal.
He giggled.
Or at least he tired to. He wasn’t sure if that sound really crossed his lips or if he only heard it in his mind. Whatever they gave him to sedate him… that stuff was funny.
A few times now he had the feeling of running through the forest again, a few times he heard the sounds and voices of other deer, smelled the woods.
He turned his head to face the door. Then he remembered that they restrained him.
It seemed they wanted to be on the safe side this time.
He giggled again. Or at least he thought… funny stuff, yes.
Another period of time passed. Minutes, maybe hours… or days..?
He saw a spider weaving its net, waiting for prey and finally starve. He heard voices on the corridors outside, footsteps passing the door of his cell. A few times he was sure to hear his name.
...weeks had passed now, turned to months.
A single yellow butterfly with blue and red lines on its wings made it into his cell. However that little insect did it, it was too late for that little spider, whose dried up little corpse still hung in one corner of the room. Jack started to giggle again. Or at least he thought he did.
He hadn’t heard his name for some time now. It seemed they finally forgot about him, wonderful.
… months turned to years.
He could feel how his body slowly wore out. His muscles weakened more and more. His whole body decayed. He could feel his flesh separating from his bones, he could feel maggots crawling inside him, feeding on his guts.
He tried to laugh, but his tongue and his vocal cords were already gone, he only managed a whistling noise produced by his perforated lungs.
Just al little longer and only dust would remain of him. Maybe then he would be able to slip out of his restraints to leave this goddamn cell?
The sudden sound of the door lock put an end to this hallucination.
He opened his eyes.
One man and a woman entered the room.
Jack started to grin.
"Hello Doc…"
Did he say that or did he think it? He wasn’t sure… and the man didn’t answer.
But he turned the light on.
The white haired man made a growling sound and closed his eyes immediately. The light was unpleasing even through his closed eyelids.
"I am sorry Jack, but this will take only a few minutes."
He could hear a few sounds, someone put something around his arm. It seemed they were checking his blood pressure.
The sudden pain of an injection… he tried to raise, to attack whoever just dared to pierce him with one of those damn needles. The restraints hold him back.
He could hear someone making a surprised sound.
"… It’s okay…" the Doc’s quiet voice.
"Jack… how do you feel?" a little louder.
"Why do you care?" This time he was sure he spoke those words out loud.
It seemed his mind cleared up a little.
But he still wasn’t sure if this was not another hallucination.
"Ah Jack... you gave us quite a headache with your little … hm ‘excursion’. We still can’t tell how you did it. Your door was locked, everything was intact. You simply… vanished. And then, a few minutes after we discovered your disappearance, someone found you down in the cellar, by accident…
I am very curious about that, Jack. I hope you will tell me a little bit about this event…?"
The white haired man started to laugh, short and rough.
"Curiosity kills the cat…" he whispered.
Silence filled the little room, until it was broken by the Doc’s voice again.
"Well then Jack, take a little rest, we will talk again tomorrow, okay? Good night."
He didn’t answer. He heard them leaving the room.
"Good night…"
He listened up, was this the woman’s voice?
… or just another… hallucination….?
The light went off, he opened his eyes.
"Gute Nacht…" ("Good night")
He spoke into the empty cell.
Loved reading these
"He saw a spider weaving its net, waiting for pray and finally starve."
I REALLY loved that sentence. Such a great description for passing time <3 And maybe I just like seeing spiders suffer.
SUFFER.
epiccc
Thank you two
@seele: but-.. but.. but spiders are so cute .___. xD
*watches for the next one*.