Never Alone

Calium’s Maximum Security Prison is surrounded by empty countryside and is packed with female prisoners, ten of which are kept in solitary confinement, with many whispers circulating about the one locked in cell B-1. The rusted metal door that hasn’t ever been cleaned in at least ten years, no bars, no window, just a slot for passing in food to a girl that none of the other prisoners have seen. Inside, a concrete floor always covered with a thin layer of moisture. The walls slathered with chipped paint. The sign of many nails trying to claw their way out. A small window across from the door, with no bars, provides the only light for the cell for the girl lying with her back to the room.

Her long black hair is in knots and her cloth shoes are riddled with holes. Her body convulses in pleasure as clutches her fists to her chest. Fists that are stained with blood, all of it being hers. She only has eyes for her hands, them being the only splash of color she’s seen in a while. The bright flashes and swirls of dark and light tumble down her arms. Laughter bubbles from her mouth, echoing through the door and down hall.

A prisoner in an adjunct cell feels their heart start to race.

A guard quickens his steps as he thinks of his daughter at home.

They stopped letting her leave her cell. She’s stuck in here for a long time. Her tongue flicks out, and she licks the blood from her fists as a smile of slides across her face. Many have called her strange. They told her she has a disease. She doesn’t care. The tangy smell and taste of blood fascinates her.

She’s heard they may chance to move her soon, somewhere she can’t harm others or herself. She doesn’t care as long as she can stare and savor the red sticky substance that her body has. Pretty soon she’ll turn thirteen, outliving her twin sister by a year.

Sometimes she feels lonely, but then she just thinks of her sister. She remembers the bulging of her sister’s eyes, and the tangy, delicious, sweet, smell that rose from her sister’s throat, then her chest, her arms and then her eyes. Every stroke of the knife brought forth a new flash of color and a fresh scream or moan. Killing her sister was most fun. She knows what she did was wrong, but the blood was so sweet on her tongue, and she finally felt truly alive as her sister’s life joined her and they truly became one.

She’ll never be alone now. Never be abandoned again, and They can no longer take her sister from her. Them with all of their advice and promises of safety in a new home away from her mommy and daddy, but they wouldn’t let her stay with her sister. So, she took her. She took her instead and now her sister will always be with her.