42. Fits

After my grandmother left, I noticed that the ceiling wasn't really white; it was more like yellowish. But that wasn't my biggest problem. My biggest concern was on how to save my sorry ass, literally.

Weren't men turning gay if they were put together in a fucking prison? I can defend myself, but for how long? Even the red-eyed murderer had to sleep. Fuck, maybe my new eye color would keep them away? Or had I to beat up one sorry guy to assert dominance directly after entering? That wasn't so bad, wasn't it?

I'll do that. I will go flip the coin, and when I meet somebody who had touched kids, I am going to beat him to a pulp or kill him in front of the others. I am lifelong imprisoned anyway.

Having a goal and a future punching bag, I felt a little better. I was in a single room now, really fucked up, with dark green tiles two thirds over the hall. The door was high security and beige, although it was open. Ha, if I had Henry's pickpocket abilities to get rid of my chains, I would be out of here before they could even blink.

But I have not, and I have no utensils as well. FUCK THAT HENRY, I WILL KILL HIM.

No, it's okay. I will still kill him if he isn't dead yet. But not now. Now there is some child-molester waiting for me; I will train on him, being ready for my personal vendetta. Haha. Hahhaahahah FUUUUUUCK.

A nurse came, and I had suddenly some wretched hope that I vomited out immediately.

"Sorry. Can you tell me, Is this the juvenile prison?" Please, oh god, please. At least just gang kids or anything, anything but the fucked-up adults.

"No. With the gravity of your crime, you were convicted as an adult of first-degree murder." Her face was with the same disgust I had for the old hag, and I snapped yet again.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF PARALLEL WORLDS, YOU UGLY FACELIPSEYES? SOMEBODY SHOWS UP AND YOU TELL ME IT'S THE ORIGINAL WHEN'S JUST A DUPLICATE, THE OTHER HAVING A BLAST IN ANOTHER WORLD???!" I screamed my insides out, getting all panicky with the handcuffs, all the while seeing her not even raise an eyebrow but going to a roll container and taking a needle out.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT! What the fuck, no, don't COME NEAR ME!" I saw her calling for someone and really big psycho-guards coming up, holding me down. No, no, no. My whole body shook as I was pressed down and felt the needle being thrust inside my arm. 

I really felt at this moment assaulted and fucking raped. So powerless that I cringed before I blacked out.

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The next time I woke up, I was opting against shouting at the nurse. I still had a day before being transported to my new cell, all healed and well. However, what I couldn't control was some kind of seizure; I don't know what it was? Ever hour or so I felt claustrophobic by the cuffs, flapping my arm and trying to get rid of them even though I was injuring myself severely, one time even breaking my wrist. 

After getting a cast, my other hand was cuffed, and they told me if this one gets broken too, it will be the one foot, then the other. Then these seizures went better, but they didn't get away. 

I played the intro from Orange is the New Black in my head constantly, trying to get my mood up, but it ended in me nearly crying, so I stopped it. Danny had forced me to see that soap; at least it was about lesbians, but most of them were ugly, so thank you for nothing. But the tall one with the white skin, blue eyes, and black hair was nice. BUT THAT REMINDS ME OF HENRY, AND I WILL KILL THAT FUCKER THE MOMENT I SEE HIM AGAIN, FUCK FUCK FUCK.

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I felt a lot calmer the next day. I was ready for my transport, and especially ready to break some guy into half. I was cuffed to a wheelchair, which wasn't necessary anymore. They told me I spent more than a month at the hospital station of the prison here. Apparently no real coma but drifting in and out of unconsciousness; it was a close call after all, and again everyone was fascinated by how fast I healed.

The body of Henrietta2 was found half a year ago; man, time flies. Fuck.

There was also another problem I had thought about. I don't want to shit in front of other people, and I don't want to be an arm length away from people who shit. So I came up with a new plan. I hoped they would get me first to the dining room or Mensa or whatever. There I would get a child molester. Then, I would probably get solitary conferment, which was the best for everyone because I could shit on my own.

Then, when I came to a real cell, I would hope for them to be bad guys, not just some self-defense cases or innocent guys, and break them in half as well. Eventually, I would just break every guy who came until they gave me a cell on my own.

I felt really confident in my plan; sadly, I was brought into the cell at first. The wheelchair had been disregarded, and I went on my two cuffed feet there, getting two seizures on the way, wanting to get them away from me.

The guards were somewhat nice and just stopped for me to let me have my fit before continuing on our way.

"Thanks; I really didn't do it on purpose." My fucking ankles and wrists bled, so it should be clear. And yes, they handcuffed my broken wrist. There is some super thin cast, as it seemed, and I got it before being transported back. 

So I think I broke it again while having my fit, but it didn't matter, with how fast I healed.