My time in the white room would be approximately four hours, two times a day, as the guard explained. They would uncuff me, but then again, there was absolutely nothing inside this room.
"Is this even legal? Get my attorney here." I spoke to the camera before sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall. Though, I think they could call it a 'job' as it were eight hours a day, and, it was not really solidary confinement. It was just really messed up.
The reason I showed my attorney what I am able of, was, that we wouldn't proceed any further as long as he did not believe what I was telling him. I wanted someone on my side who could actually do something for me regarding laws and stuff, in the knowledge that there is another Kenny, or at least that there had been one. And that this Kenny is responsible for the murderer, not me.
Well, it was probably Henrietta herself who at least injured Henrietta2, but why tell this information when it doesn't bring me anywhere?
The reason I told my cellmate, was that I was excited.
Now, I neither want them to believe me, nor am I excited. Instead, I am utterly bored.
A glaring white room with absolutely no kind of entertainment—I couldn't even smoke or drink, although I had toned down the drinking since coming back out of the solidarity cell immensely—was really a fucking torment. And it made me fucking angry.
At least there were no cuffs on me, so I just tried to take a deep breath. It had been not only a long time with the seizures, it had also been a long time since I had lost it and gone berserk.
Let's try to think of other things. What to do with Teddy? I will just tell him off today, not interested in his games, not interested in playing his savior.
When flipping the coin, I saw that he was more coerced into being the bald people's leader, but what does it have to do with me?
And what is he even thinking of me? That I snap my fingers, and they all become dickless? It isn't so easy, I injured myself heavily last time as well. And besides my grandmother's stick hurting my head constantly, I also banged it on the floor strongly. Hmm, could that be a reason for the blackouts?
I dozed off while thinking, only waking up after the door was opened. Wiping my drool away, I spoke to that guard,
"Hey, what is this? Where is my attorney? What is this shitty room?"
"You can ask him that when you see him." The guard answered, cuffing me and taking me away.
"Yeah, but WHEN do I see him?" I asked, turning back, we were not walking to the dining room.
"How would I know?"
"Then WHO knows?" I was starting to lose my patience.
"Not me." He answered with a straight face, looking straight ahead.
"Yeah, you are repeating yourself." Motherfucker.
I was brought to the visitor room... Ethan was either a quick one or they just gave me back all my rights. Thinking of seeing a crying Danny or someone else of my friends, I was really surprised to see Lauren. Never in my dreams had I thought she would come and visit me.
I suppressed the light elation I felt and sat down. I took a deep breath. The first time in years she had looked at me when 'saving' me from my father's beating last time. This time, she looked at me openly, besides my eyes being bright red.
I took the speaker, and she did the same after a short hesitation. She looked like shit, no sign of plastic anymore.
Nobody spoke, but I could hear her breathing.
"How are you?" I asked her, feeling like the little child I had been again when facing her.
She widened her eyes,
"How am I?" She asked me with trembling lips.
"The company is declining, we are losing everything! Your face is everywhere over the internet and news! WE ARE THE FAMILY OF THE RED-EYED MURDERER!" She screamed.
I was so shocked, I felt silent. Yeah.
"..." Ah fuck, why am I so angry? I should feel bad for them, but I am so fucking angry. FUCK. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm down.
"Why are you here, then?" I asked, my voice taking on a sharper note.
She flinched. Her hair was not bound, hanging lifelessly and unwashed down her shoulders, and I saw no make-up on her face.
"Tell them, show them. They said they get us new identities and that they move us away." She whispered in the speaker, her lips trembling.
A fuck, I am getting even angrier.
"What are you talking about?" I asked her, leaning back and closing my eyes. Had I always been such an angry person? They were a shitty family, but they have at least never beaten or starved me. The choice of my apartment was because I didn't want them to pay more than necessary and because I really liked this little hole I found myself.
And they are now also victims of Henry's doings. Maybe more than I am because they lived high and lost it all. I have at least my friends and the old skeleton, and I have my cellmate, my ability most and for all.
HOWEVER. They should at least have each other, shouldn't they?
Just looking at Lauren right now makes me want to strangle her. Fuck, I am like Kenny2. FUCK.
"Make the tests, take the deal. Twenty-five years for a life you took. It will help us, do something for us to atone for what you have done." She held the speaker with both her hands, taking on a pleading tone.
"Why didn't you ask me if I have done it?" My jaw clenched.
"Is it mattering now? BE A MAN AND STAND UP FOR YOUR FAMILY!" She slammed her hand against the glass, before looking around and bowing her head to a guard on her side.
I think I am losing it.