JAIL? (3)

I keep walking the shadowy figures right behind me. I have trembled all I could and now I can't even do it no more. As we keep walking, the place gets weird and it's chilly in here. The hallways get darker and I can't describe how much I'm crept out right now.

How am I supposed to survive in here. I hope I don't stay long because I don't belong here and I also don't like it here. We come to a heavy steel double doors which opens as we reach it.

Ah! More shadowy figures. I would pay someone any amount of money right now so I never see these things again. I just couldn't bring my money with me. Life is a lie!

At least when we stop walking the screaming and chanting in my head stops. The two figures that escorted me here start to back away slowly leaving me with the other two by the door.

Chanting starts again in my head.

'Step inside. ' I say in my head over and over. So I step inside and I'm almost blinded by the light and white coloured walls. It's too bright in here. The walls are so high like they have no end. The hallway is long and wide. As soon as I step in the heavy door closes on its own.

Creepy is one popular vocabulary here.

'Walk forward ' Is the new chant in my head. And my feet shuffle forward. I look at the cell like cubicles on either side of the hallway and I'm shocked there is people in there.

They are so quite and motionless you would think they are not there. Obviously I don't recognize anyone because no one is paying us any attention. I feel like a bomb could go off and non of them would move half an inch.

I realize the shadowy figures aren't emitting the screaming sounds any more. This place is too quiet. These people aren't friends or is this just their bad day? What time is it? What day could it be today. Is it this bright at night too?

'We are here. ' Becomes the chant that brings me to a stop. On the left side of the hallway is an open door into some cubicle with one person laying on the lower bed. Great, now I have to sleep on the upper one. I walk towards the door and get in hesitantly.

The door closes immediately as if not giving me a chance to step out. And it startles me with the loudness. But strange thing is that the noise doesn't exactly go far like it normally would do in a quiet hall like this. No echoes either .

Soon the shadowy guards leave me standing in the middle of the cubicle confused. I am still naked by the way. My hands covering my junk. My roommate doesn't acknowledge me in any way. I clear my throat three times, but nothing.

I walk to the beds and climb on the top one. Good grief, there is some clothes or let's say robes on top for me to wear. Beige in colour. So I hurriedly put it on because I would have lost my mind if I had to parade my short stubby form any longer. I know there's good looking men who also spend a good amount of their time in gyms for nice tones, but then there is me and I am not one of them.

But I have never really cared about any of it . Most girls just want you to have money. End of story. So after getting dressed I sit on the bed looking around. In here too the ceiling looks endless. The walls are so clean you could stop a bacterium growing on it.

The beds are not really small but not big either. There is more room in the cubicle to hold up to six people between the beds and the grilled door. I peer down to my roommate who hasn't moved in his position since I came. This place is so strange. Goddammit, why did I have to die. I hate it here.

"When did you die? "I ask quietly still peering at him.

Silence.

"Hey come on, we are already dead and here together as roommates so could you just try to be friends. My name is Mystia. You can call me Moja though. My friends called me Moja. "I say in a friendly tone.

Might as well try to get myself comfortable here.

"Haven't you ever heard, 'the dead don't speak '? News for you, we are the dead. " The guy says in a low hard and very cold voice that leaves me speechless.