Chapter Fifteen: Full Circle Part 2

It's 2018 now, and I'm now inside of Dawnwell. I did my days inside of prison as they were cut short. Thank god that they did because I didn't how long I was going to last inside of that place. Maybe the judge saw me as a good soul or that I respect the rules that was given to me and was able to be transferred to Dawnwell; to carry out the rest of my sentence. Who would have thought that I would end of here?

"Look, boys' fresh meat is on the menu tonight!"

I looked inside the room; in where the noise was coming from and there stood Thomas Baker, this dude had a huge record that put my very own to shame. Including the double count of arson for killing a massive group of people. Shit, why didn't I think of that? He was going to be a problem and later become an ally. The guards of the ward brought to my peaceful little room that had a little window, a toilet and a broken-down piece of shit bed. I looked at this thing and I didn't like it one bit. I will sleep on the fucking floor if I had to.

After I changed into my white hospital attire that was the fashion statement of the year, that came with a white ugly T-shirt that had someone's blood and ripped up grey pants near the knees. I asked myself, are they trying to make me look foolish or a poor drugged up fashion model? I had to accept the clothes that they gave me or I would be walking down the halls in my birthday suit.

3pm: Dinner inside the mess hall

"Excuse me, what the fuck is up with my food here? Did you even cook it the right way or did you decide to…? I don't know add everything inside of that kitchen of yours?" I shouted towards the wicked witch that they forgot to mention in the Wizard of Oz.

This woman looked like a hot mess; on top of another hot mess. She was out to kill me with this food that she placed upon my tray. I swear if I get sick from this food, she will be added to my hit list, if I even had one prepared.

"Just keep moving fresh meat, other people are waiting to eat," said the nasty witch lady.

Whose name is Gwen, by the way if you're wondering if this creature from the black lagoon had a name. Who in the right mind names their daughter Gwen? Don't get me wrong here, I like the name but to be given to someone that came out from God knows who and be serving these good people the lunch from the leaky cauldron in the kitchen.

Getting off the test subject lunch line, there were 100 people at a very large picnic table, in where a face to face discussion wasn't the option here. Not a single head was moved, as their eyes kept to their plates. Fuck, the witch lady got them all underneath her spell. I sudden lost my appetite and looked for the nearest trash can. Upon walking towards it, I was stopped by another unfriendly victim.

"Where do you think you're going fresh meat?" asked the giant ugly dude.

"Well if you must know, I couldn't really stomach this tasty meal that the lady right over there made for everyone. I hate to waste very good food, would like to eat it? You deserve it more than I do," said I.

Of course, I was in the wrong until I saw the plate of food leave from my hands and onto the wall next to me.

"Pick that shit up now!"

I didn't want to do during this outcome as I just stood there, looking into this huge ugly guy that wants to destroy me.

"So, what happened next? Did this guy attack you or did you react towards him?" asked the doctor.

"Nah not really, we had our words and went our own way after that. I didn't see him after that ordeal," said Connor.

The doctor wrote down more things inside of his notes and realized the time. He closed it and placed it back onto the counter. Connor watched him like a hawk, knowing his every move and knowing exactly what he was going to do next before he even did it.

"Well Connor I believe that our discussion is over for today, will you like to talk more about this tomorrow during our regular session?" asked the doctor.

Connor looked and knew that the doctor wasn't going to listen to more stories about his time in the pit of Dawnwell. This is where the story ends (not this story, but Connor's story is done). The doctor saw Connor walking towards the door and knew that this conversation was done.

"Doc, I think I'm done talking. We're done here, I'll be seeing you when I see you doc," said Connor as he stepped out of the doctor's office.

Throughout the course of Connor's sentence nobody from his family came to visit him or even knew that he was alive, except for his sister Amber.