Cain and Abel
I didn't sleep that night. I sat awake examining every crack of the room's walls, claw marks, and the faint marks of blood stains. I was just admitted to the asylum recently for violent, cannibalistic acts, as well as the murder of my roommate.
I cannot recollect the act. I pleaded insanity, hell, I'm not even sure I believe myself! My mother was devastated when she read the news; 'Cain Murphy convicted.' My roommate was Collyn Hargrave, We were the best of friends. Anytime Collyn was alone, they asked, 'where's Cain?' At this point, I'm in Ashes Mental Asylum.
My life was just beginning. I was 20, in college, and ready to get a job. Realistically, my life has just ended. It ended when the voices told me to take his life. It's been a lonely 24 hours. As of now, I'm just staring at a wall still. A guard leisurely strolled towards my isolation block and slid a tray of food my way.
"Sorry it ain't manburger helper," the guard said closing the hatch. I looked at a tray of brown slop. I examined it, trying to make out any familiarity between the slop and real food.
"What have I become?" I looked at my reflection in the spoon, and it felt like staring at a stranger. I didn't have much in my cell. Just a cot, toilet, shower, and a T.V. I sat on my cot and plunged the spoon into the thick brown mess. It looked kinda like a person digging a mini grave. Who knows, maybe it was my own.
A preview to a story I'm working on.
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