Ramblings of a Violent Inmate

Ramblings of a Violent Inmate

Ramblings of a Violent Inmate

Ramblings of a Violent Inmate

The metal gate clanked shut as the latches met on the cell’s door.

“What are you in for?” The inmate said and lied down in the cold, dull cage of a cell.

“Not a talker, huh? Just a little bitch like I expected. Must be your first time.

Me? I’ve been here before. Been here, like what, a million times. I don’t know. Any case, guess I’ll start – I mean, we might be here forever.”

The cell remained silent and the inmate continued.

“I’m not gonna lie– you won’t be happy about who your stuck with. Anyway, I don’t care. I’ll probably do it again. Who knows? You might be next.”

Still, the cell remained quiet. The inmate was either being ignored or the cellmate was silenced with fear.

“I assaulted this guy. At least, that’s what they told me. Not just a random guy. I know him. I’ve known him for a while, and we usually get along. But, I attacked him. And I’m pretty sure he’s dead.”

The cell was still silent. The inmate repositioned herself to get more comfortable. The bed in the cell was cold and hard, no real way to get comfortable, but she shuffled around anyway.

“I haven’t seen or heard from him since I wound up in here. He’s probably dead. This time was different.

Anyway, like I said, it’s not the first time I’ve been in here. I try to keep it cool most of the time, but every now and then I get this urge – this animal instinct to do whatever the fuck I want – stealing shit, hurting people, whatever – I just do it.

Yeah, I’ve been in here for tons of shit. I think I’ve actually been in this exact cell. Pretty sure. I’ve attacked people before – that’s nothing new. I steal things – whatever I can grab and I just bolt. It’s fun for me. I’ve gotten away with that a few times.

This time was different though. It wasn’t like when I’ve attacked someone in the past. I think I might be in here for the rest of my life.”

The inmate settled in, finally finding a semi-tolerable position to relax.

“This time I got mad – so I did what I had to do.

I hit him a few times, but it wasn’t working, so I bit him. Yup. I bit him hard.

On the hand first, just quickly. Then on the arm. Harder – until he bled. Then I kept going.

After that, everything was a blur and next thing I know – I’m here and he’s gone. Dead.”

The inmate blinked slowly and scanned the cell. Finally focusing intensely on her cellmate. The cellmate remained silent and still – refusing to blink.

“What are you looking at? It’s not gonna work like that.”

The inmate’s eyes bulged with a crazed glare and she lunged across her cell – her teeth connecting with the soft flesh of her cellmate’s neck. The cellmate fell limp and lifeless to the floor as she released her grip. She heard footsteps from down the hall.

“Oh shit, guard’s coming. That’s not good.”

The cell door’s latches were released and a familiar voice called the inmate out.

Violent Inmate