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Can't Find the Way.
4 reviews"My only way of telling time during that week was with the sun’s rays that passed through, slowing fading in at about six in the morning, and dying out about twelve hours subsequently."
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Upon waking, the back of my head throbbed painfully, and my vision was slightly doubled. I looked around my surroundings and noticed that I wasn’t my everyday cell. The walls were made of smooth dark gray stone, and I was lying on a single bed suspended about two feet off the ground. Across the small cell was a toilet and sink, and instead of barred doors, like the standard cell, there was a solid door was a small secure window and a small compartment under it. I was in solitary confinement. No, I tried to deny it to myself, I couldn’t be in solitary; what would happen to Gerard? What did happen to Gerard?
“Hey!” I yelled, assuming that there was a guard outside the door. No one answered. I yelled again, over and over, pausing occasionally for any sign of a response, until I was interrupted with banging on the door.
“Shut up!” a voice called.
“What happened?”
“You’re in here for the next week,” said the person, who I assumed was the guard standing outside.
“What happened to Gerard?” I asked desperately.
“Who the hell is Gerard? Just shut up,” he said, exasperated. I growled in frustration. I’d go crazy with anxiety waiting a week, all alone, in this empty cell. Anger flamed inside of me and I paced the room, arms thrown in the air. There was nothing else I could do to relieve my frustration, and I probably looked like an idiot, just walking around the cell, so I gave up and sat down on the bed. I cursed at my never-ending paranoid thoughts; I could not stop thinking about what had happened to Gerard, and why specifically I was put into solitary confinement, and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, just sitting in the room, a tiny window letting in thin strips of light. Based on the position of these rays, I assumed it was around six in the evening, as they were slowly disappearing, leaving only the artificial fluorescent light to illuminate my room. Truthfully, I was terrified. I had heard what solitary confinement did to a person psychologically, and even though I knew my quarantine would only last for a week, I was scared of what the anticipation and stress would do to me. I’m a relatively social person, and when I’m left alone with my thoughts, usually, no good can come out of it. I’d usually busy myself in some way, like reading or writing and such, but here, I wasn’t sure what the rules were, but they seemed pretty simple: eating and sleeping. I was given my meals through the small compartment under the window in the doorway, but that day, I was in no mood to eat. They instructed me to put the plates back into the compartment once I was done, but, my appetite ruined after experiencing what had happened that day, I just left it in there. I felt sick as it was; I didn’t need something else that would want to make me vomit even more. Deciding that the best thing to do was sleep, I rolled myself into the bed and adjusted myself to the new surface, which was surprisingly softer than our usual bunks.
My only way of telling time during that week was with the sun’s rays that passed through, slowing fading in at about six in the morning, and dying out about twelve hours subsequently. I didn’t have a way of keeping myself occupied except for imagining what time it was and sleeping. I tried to contain my anxiousness to find what happened to Gerard; so naturally, I made myself sleep so that I didn’t overthink it. I did take some thought into mind though. I wondered what had given me such interest in Gerard. I knew I wasn’t gay; I’d never been attracted to men in that way, but something about him intrigued me. After hours of thought, I realized that I had taken special notice of him because of how differently he acted from everyone else. Usually, those who committed such a horrendous act didn’t have a tremendously hard time fitting in with a group, as their peers back home were most likely very similar to those residing here. Gerard was quite different though. Of course, I had seen my share of prisoners that had been unfitting to the penitentiary scene, but something between them and the rough, tattoo-ridden giants were the same: they had all been persecuted for a crime, and I had yet to meet anyone who was truly innocent. Most of these criminals weren’t particularly intelligent, and their crimes were almost immediately found. These people were obviously scared and intimidated when they first came, hell, I was too, but as months passed, they became acquainted with the other inmates and fit in like this was their new home. It wasn’t a very nice home, mind you, but a place to be accepted nonetheless. Gerard, on the other hand, never grew out of the scared-and-intimidated stage, and always seemed guilty, like even after all this time, he still had to have his head hung to the law. Maybe he did, but usually, from my experience, when someone was inducted with first-degree murder, intentional and planned out murder, they were not as guilty as those who unintentionally killed. Again, Gerard didn’t seem like one to commit such a malevolent act, but I still didn’t know what he felt firsthand. I guess my curiosity in this sparked my interest in him. By analyzing my thoughts and avoiding worry, I successfully passed the time, and in all honesty, the isolation was boring, but was a little relaxing to be apart from the tedious routine I had followed for almost 13 years. Nonetheless, I couldn’t be apart from that routine any longer. I wanted to go back, and finally I was able to. After watching the sun come and go seven times, the cell door finally opened. Greeting me through the doorway was the one and only, the warden: Joel Stevenson. He wore jeans and simple black dress shirt; he didn’t seem like one to have such power at a big institution like this, but he had earned it over the years. Before I could open my mouth, he started,
“Mr. Iero, you are quite aware of the guidelines and restrictions placed by the prison, aren’t you?” I hung my head. I wouldn’t be excusing myself any time soon. Whatever the guard had accused me of doing would be true to them, and the fact that I was a murdering criminal didn’t exactly help. So, I nodded and replied,
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I assume that you know that assaulting a person, a guard, is against the rules, as well as the law.”
“Yes, I apologize, sir.” I mumbled. The warden nodded curtly and walked off, the guards taking my arms to guide me back to wherever I would have to be taken. In the hall, a clock was mounted on the wall, and I’ve never been so grateful to be able to tell exactly what time it was. It was 12 in the afternoon, so I assumed they would be dropping me off at the mess hall for lunch. Anxious to see Gerard, I tried walking faster, but the officers holding my arms withheld me and walked at their own originally slow pace. Finally, we reached my respective mess hall. They somewhat forcefully shoved me into the room, and while would usually have glared at them, I instead scanned the room for Gerard. Finally, I saw his slumped figure alone at a table. I made a beeline for him, stumbling over the array of tables, and got to his table and put my hands on the table forcefully, though unintentionally, and he jumped in surprise, not seeing me make my way over. He looked up at me and I saw that his face was not swollen anymore, but yellowish bruises covered his face. I swung myself around the table to sit next to him. Earnestly, I asked,
“Did they…?” assuming he knew what I meant. He shook his head and answered with more words than he had ever said at once.
“No, with all the clamor that you created, and the fact that you had blacked out, they didn’t want to risk being caught, so they just ran. You were accused of trying to escape or something and, well, you punched that guard, so you ended up in solitary. I’m so sorry.” I was taken aback by his longer-than-usual answer, but replied,
“ No, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I shouldn’t have brought attention to you. You were fine when no one noticed you. I’m sorry.” Gerard smiled, for the first time I had seen, and said,
“For the record, I didn’t mind you sitting next to me. I haven’t really talked to anyone for a long time.” Now, I couldn’t contain my happiness. Because that I had saved him, Gerard seemed to completely trust me, getting me one step closer to why he acted like he did. My sacrifice had paid off, and even though it had been painful, it was definitely worth it.
A/N: I'm not sure I like this chapter. I feel like I rushed it too much and I haven't developed the characters enough. Obviously, the reader (you guys) shouldn't really know Gerard that well, as Frank is trying to figure out the same thing, but tell me what you think! Rate and Review ;D
“Hey!” I yelled, assuming that there was a guard outside the door. No one answered. I yelled again, over and over, pausing occasionally for any sign of a response, until I was interrupted with banging on the door.
“Shut up!” a voice called.
“What happened?”
“You’re in here for the next week,” said the person, who I assumed was the guard standing outside.
“What happened to Gerard?” I asked desperately.
“Who the hell is Gerard? Just shut up,” he said, exasperated. I growled in frustration. I’d go crazy with anxiety waiting a week, all alone, in this empty cell. Anger flamed inside of me and I paced the room, arms thrown in the air. There was nothing else I could do to relieve my frustration, and I probably looked like an idiot, just walking around the cell, so I gave up and sat down on the bed. I cursed at my never-ending paranoid thoughts; I could not stop thinking about what had happened to Gerard, and why specifically I was put into solitary confinement, and I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, just sitting in the room, a tiny window letting in thin strips of light. Based on the position of these rays, I assumed it was around six in the evening, as they were slowly disappearing, leaving only the artificial fluorescent light to illuminate my room. Truthfully, I was terrified. I had heard what solitary confinement did to a person psychologically, and even though I knew my quarantine would only last for a week, I was scared of what the anticipation and stress would do to me. I’m a relatively social person, and when I’m left alone with my thoughts, usually, no good can come out of it. I’d usually busy myself in some way, like reading or writing and such, but here, I wasn’t sure what the rules were, but they seemed pretty simple: eating and sleeping. I was given my meals through the small compartment under the window in the doorway, but that day, I was in no mood to eat. They instructed me to put the plates back into the compartment once I was done, but, my appetite ruined after experiencing what had happened that day, I just left it in there. I felt sick as it was; I didn’t need something else that would want to make me vomit even more. Deciding that the best thing to do was sleep, I rolled myself into the bed and adjusted myself to the new surface, which was surprisingly softer than our usual bunks.
My only way of telling time during that week was with the sun’s rays that passed through, slowing fading in at about six in the morning, and dying out about twelve hours subsequently. I didn’t have a way of keeping myself occupied except for imagining what time it was and sleeping. I tried to contain my anxiousness to find what happened to Gerard; so naturally, I made myself sleep so that I didn’t overthink it. I did take some thought into mind though. I wondered what had given me such interest in Gerard. I knew I wasn’t gay; I’d never been attracted to men in that way, but something about him intrigued me. After hours of thought, I realized that I had taken special notice of him because of how differently he acted from everyone else. Usually, those who committed such a horrendous act didn’t have a tremendously hard time fitting in with a group, as their peers back home were most likely very similar to those residing here. Gerard was quite different though. Of course, I had seen my share of prisoners that had been unfitting to the penitentiary scene, but something between them and the rough, tattoo-ridden giants were the same: they had all been persecuted for a crime, and I had yet to meet anyone who was truly innocent. Most of these criminals weren’t particularly intelligent, and their crimes were almost immediately found. These people were obviously scared and intimidated when they first came, hell, I was too, but as months passed, they became acquainted with the other inmates and fit in like this was their new home. It wasn’t a very nice home, mind you, but a place to be accepted nonetheless. Gerard, on the other hand, never grew out of the scared-and-intimidated stage, and always seemed guilty, like even after all this time, he still had to have his head hung to the law. Maybe he did, but usually, from my experience, when someone was inducted with first-degree murder, intentional and planned out murder, they were not as guilty as those who unintentionally killed. Again, Gerard didn’t seem like one to commit such a malevolent act, but I still didn’t know what he felt firsthand. I guess my curiosity in this sparked my interest in him. By analyzing my thoughts and avoiding worry, I successfully passed the time, and in all honesty, the isolation was boring, but was a little relaxing to be apart from the tedious routine I had followed for almost 13 years. Nonetheless, I couldn’t be apart from that routine any longer. I wanted to go back, and finally I was able to. After watching the sun come and go seven times, the cell door finally opened. Greeting me through the doorway was the one and only, the warden: Joel Stevenson. He wore jeans and simple black dress shirt; he didn’t seem like one to have such power at a big institution like this, but he had earned it over the years. Before I could open my mouth, he started,
“Mr. Iero, you are quite aware of the guidelines and restrictions placed by the prison, aren’t you?” I hung my head. I wouldn’t be excusing myself any time soon. Whatever the guard had accused me of doing would be true to them, and the fact that I was a murdering criminal didn’t exactly help. So, I nodded and replied,
“Yes, sir.”
“Then I assume that you know that assaulting a person, a guard, is against the rules, as well as the law.”
“Yes, I apologize, sir.” I mumbled. The warden nodded curtly and walked off, the guards taking my arms to guide me back to wherever I would have to be taken. In the hall, a clock was mounted on the wall, and I’ve never been so grateful to be able to tell exactly what time it was. It was 12 in the afternoon, so I assumed they would be dropping me off at the mess hall for lunch. Anxious to see Gerard, I tried walking faster, but the officers holding my arms withheld me and walked at their own originally slow pace. Finally, we reached my respective mess hall. They somewhat forcefully shoved me into the room, and while would usually have glared at them, I instead scanned the room for Gerard. Finally, I saw his slumped figure alone at a table. I made a beeline for him, stumbling over the array of tables, and got to his table and put my hands on the table forcefully, though unintentionally, and he jumped in surprise, not seeing me make my way over. He looked up at me and I saw that his face was not swollen anymore, but yellowish bruises covered his face. I swung myself around the table to sit next to him. Earnestly, I asked,
“Did they…?” assuming he knew what I meant. He shook his head and answered with more words than he had ever said at once.
“No, with all the clamor that you created, and the fact that you had blacked out, they didn’t want to risk being caught, so they just ran. You were accused of trying to escape or something and, well, you punched that guard, so you ended up in solitary. I’m so sorry.” I was taken aback by his longer-than-usual answer, but replied,
“ No, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I shouldn’t have brought attention to you. You were fine when no one noticed you. I’m sorry.” Gerard smiled, for the first time I had seen, and said,
“For the record, I didn’t mind you sitting next to me. I haven’t really talked to anyone for a long time.” Now, I couldn’t contain my happiness. Because that I had saved him, Gerard seemed to completely trust me, getting me one step closer to why he acted like he did. My sacrifice had paid off, and even though it had been painful, it was definitely worth it.
A/N: I'm not sure I like this chapter. I feel like I rushed it too much and I haven't developed the characters enough. Obviously, the reader (you guys) shouldn't really know Gerard that well, as Frank is trying to figure out the same thing, but tell me what you think! Rate and Review ;D
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