[Ash]: 102.Contests.Loveless Affairs.4

I tried to pull the shards out of my hand, the sting became to much and I went over to the small broken window and yelled to Hans. Hans was the guard of my wing of the penitentiary, he stood over no one, because he was a midget, the only laugh you get in here unless you're crazy Gorge, he'll laugh at Satan himself. Hans strolled over and looked up shaking his head. "Really, this is the second stunt today, witless." Witless was my name here, I don't remember my name, but it doesn't really matter. I forgot how to talk anyway. The door opened and Hans walked in and looked at the dripping blood down my arm.

"You're too much you know." Hans walked over and ripped the biggest piece out of my arm. There came a long low moan, my only way of communicating pain other then crying. He shook his head and tossed it out the door and began tugging on the other chunk of glass. Once that was out Hans swore profusely at me and walked out slamming the door behind himself. I was alone in my white cell, coated in blood. The pounding in my arm subsided and I sat on the sterilized bed letting the blood drops fall. They hit the floor and sent out and echo against the quiet. Maybe I could just bleed to death ran through that little wheel in my head before the hamster scrapped the idea. A new vision formed in my head, draw a picture it said, show them what you feel.

My foot lightly stepped on the cold concrete and pushed me to the far wall. I decided to use my pointer finger and drew a circle, then that circle had hair, lips, eyes, a broad nose, thin ears and a raggy beard. I drew a noose around the head which went into the thick stalk-y neck and pushing through to a pair of bulky shoulders. That was good enough for that. My message is through... I began moaning again and Hans burst into my room. "What the hell witless? So now your an artist?" Hans shook his head and walked out of the door. Down the hall crazy Gorge was going off at the smell of blood.