The Prison

I think I found the culprit....... I could have said no when he asked me to do the damn thing, but the nagging voice at the back of my head that thirsts for adventure made me say 

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you

And, what makes you think I take no as an answer?......You always remember the first time. That's what they say about sex, right? It would always be your reference till your last. It sets how high your bar of expectations would be. And that notion made me realize how it so much relates to killing a person. Take me as an example, I would never forget the feeling of taking someone's last breath; how they convulsed under my grip as life slowly drags away. The somehow euphoric feeling that comes with it. But even now, with all the nightmares forever etched in my brain. I'm still in denial, there would always be a part of my being that would never accept the reality of me becoming a murderer.I groaned in frustrations, I had been trying the hardest to fall asleep but it wouldn't grace me.I tucked away my hands behind my head as I fixed myself in the springy mattress, trying hard not to make unnecessary noises and wake up the other occupants of the small room. It was hard though. Sighing,

So, they won't take no as an answer?...... Pain is just another lie created by the brain to trick us, controlling our movements, declaring boundaries without our knowledge. Making us feel weak.

Trust me, kid, you don't want to be part of their stupid game.......Silence eats people to the core, drives them crazy, slowly rots them from the inside until it was too late for them to be salvaged. It’s a terror unknown to most. And to me, it was my very weakness.I always hated that