Juloft Children's Penitentiary was a place that I knew all too well. The cold cement walls, the even colder steel bars, the full names of each guard and exactly when their shifts changed and when they worked. That wasn't all, however, I also knew the true warmth of earning the guards trust, and being practically in charge due to it. On a cold December day, I got the best blankets, on top of the one I was always allowed to keep on me.
This also meant a stability that no other inmate had, or really ever needed to have. I was troubled, but I liked the routine, needed it. I was to be brought to the same cell, at the same time by the same person or not at all. I will admit that part of this permission, was because of the incident.
It was two years prior, and very late. Jilian Srint had decided that I could stay in the nearest cell for the night, and be transferred in the morning. That never happened, for several reasons. I was not happy about it, and I reacted the only way I could. I tried to speak, but I couldn't no sound would come out, I could only struggle. So I did, I started screaming and biting, and doing anything I could to get to a quieter and safer place. She had just been trying to help, she told me herself latter. She reached out, I thought she was going to grab me so I bit, hard. The taste of blood is something you never forget, but the feeling of breaking someone's bone, of biting clean true someone's index finger will haunt your nightmares.
That was the only time anyone tried to move me off schedule. It was hard on everyone, and my schedule just ended up even worse. You see ever since I've been seeing this therapist, Oryan Dejini. He's one of the counsellors at my school, but he also doses outside therapy sessions. I'm lucky enough to be stuck having to go through both. Life sucks sometimes, but a fix is a fix.
Really in my case, grabbing anything I can get my hands on. Rings, gems, even cheap things like pens and pencils from the dollar store, it just feels right. Recently the cheaper the thing is, however, the less it seems to help. I suppose I just know how to get in and out of that place like the back of my hand, it's too easy to go for something not guarded. The challenge is part of the fun, part of the process. Perhaps that's why they wanted to move me into Imperito.
Admittedly I don't think that would have helped at all. Imperito is a nice place don't get me wrong, but it was still a prison, or more an asylum of sorts. It was beautiful, but once you were sent there, you really were not highly expected to ever be able to be part of society. Truthfully, I didn't want that to be my fate, I was mostly good at being in society. I just had a few issues, mainly with my behaviour.
Now being in my cell was the easy part. I had a certain stability, I knew how to keep warm and healthy, and I could work on my stories. It was really simple, but during lunch and break, that was when things got hard. I have no social skills, I never have. So being around others, is not very easy for me. Ray is an exception of course, but we have been friends since we were little. She knows me better than anyone, how to help me with the things I never understood. Other people, just seem to like to point and stare or even laugh. So I would eat alone, and just stay in my cell whenever it was time to go out.
That's why I knew that something was up when I had a visitor just before lunch. All visitors came after the break, that was the rules. There were special cases, but I had therapy not long after breakfast. Whoever this was, was here for a different reason, and I didn't really like it.
As the footsteps neared my cell, I could feel my heart stop momentarily. I had no idea who would visit me at this hour, and why it had to be then. I was supposed to be going to lunch, but now that was going to get delayed. I really hate delays, they throw everything off there course.
Balling into the corner of my bed I slowly turned towards the cell door as the smell of freshly baked rolls hit my nose. It must have been an important interruption, I was getting food. Perhaps it would be interesting after all.