PAIN WILL FILL THE BRIM WHILE NUMBNESS SETTLED IN (4.)

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they won't get caught Is not my business nor it is my problem.' I thought to myself

I finally stand up after hours of kneeling and depressing on the dirty ground. Hand and clothes covered in blood and dirt, the only bed on this cornered prison which is clean is a small bed which had looked like it hadn't been touched for days.

As it had not been touched. Their are some dust you can clearly see on the white sheet's.

I never 'touched' nor sleep with it

They have done this to me, so why do they care if I sleep on a bed or a damped cold ground floor?

Of course to my surprise they did not care, they looked at me scrutinizely and after that they just left.

They left some few vulgar word's here and there but they didn't do anything, they just watch and just left like I was nothing. Of course that kind of reaction was a bit suspicious but I'm kinda glad. I thought they would torture me, or just get rid of me even, well this is good enough. Atleast I can relax for abit.

They don't even suspect the thing's I do in this cell, possibly because they think I'm a coward and maybe they would think that I don't care anymore to do anything.

They were right on the first one. And also the second one, and honestly if i could possibly read their thought which already looked readable enough in their faces I would have agreed with them

'Trust me I don't wan't to care anymore either' but something happened as I was doing my own business on contemplating something earlier.

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I was tired breathless and panting trying to grab the prison bar throwing myself back and forth like a crazy animal. I barely even have the strength left to lift my finger up without shaking due to the pain hovering all over my body. But my will to make sure the bar was loud and noisy got through me. I would do anything to my strength to just piss them off.