Lost Thought

They say I’m crazy. I don’t know what they’re talking about. One day I was here in this cell. My name is Frank Brac, I remember because some over weight short cop. Man do I hate him. I’m not alone in here. There is one other, no one says his name but he said it was Flain. it sounds familiar but I can’t remember. He says he helped me. But with what?

This cell is very uncomfortable, they have no mirrors I don’t remember what I look like. I’ve been here for at least one maybe two years. We get no communications to the outside world, every one could be dead if all I know. But Flain and I talk, but not a lot. Flain is average size, strong, scruffy brown hair and facial hair, his eyes are a devils blue. To look in his eyes is a horror its self. I’ve asked him to say what I look like. But he says who cares about how you look in here. It’s true but still.

The cops here are the worst. The one I hate the most is Riley. He’s fat and short, he must of cheated to become a cop. He’s the main cop of our block of cells. The other is Sir. Relf, she’s a vicious one. If you don’t say Sir. Relf in a respectable tone she’ll make you feel in hell. Once the guy in the cell next to use spit on her shoe, she went in drug him out wiped it off with his head and throw him back in. then in his next meal she spiked it with some Ex-Lax, he didn’t have a pleasant day. The sound was sickening and it reeked for all of use.

Today was another boring day. Me sitting here and reading my book and Flain pacing in the corner.

“ What’s on your mind?” I asked with wonder.

“ Nothing much just thinking.” He replied.

“ Thinking of what?” I asked waiting.

“ It’s none of your business is it! What would you say if I told you? Oh that’s cool or okay. So stop asking!” He yelled.

“ Do you now why I’m in here?” I asked this at least once a week.

“ Yes. Yes I do for the hundredth time.” He said annoyed, and that’s the same answer every time I ask.

“ Why am I here then? Tell me.” I bagged wanting to know.

“ Like I said before, you will figure it out on your own in time. Listen to your dreams and they might tell you.” He said what he always says.

I’ve tried many times to follow the dreams but it only comes in small chunks and I can’t piece it together. We’ve never really made contact as of a shake of hands or a hit or even a slap on the back for a brave move. Maybe he’s scared of touching other people. I’ve never talked about it, no need to.

The only knowledge that night is near is the windows way above. They have no clocks here. They really have a lack of items here no shower only a little hose with freezing water, no soap at all just water to rinse the smell. The whole cell is filthy the toilet sucks and is really dirty from use. I usually go to bed when I think it’s late, no idea of how much sleep I get or any thing. We got cheap lamps, so I sit up and read a lot of the time. But my last thought before I go to bed is will I remember the reason I am here. When done I turn off the lamp and lie down.

“It has to be done.” Frank explains.

“ Why Frank?” a Female voice cries.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh” she screams with her last breath.

“ HAHAHAHA!!!” a man laughs to the death.

The police cars sound panic runs the street as Frank walks out with blood on his suit with him laughing to the death of her.

I waking up barley remember the dream only some of the chunks that went by fast. Things cut out, who was She, who was the other man, and last Why? Will I ever figure out what happened and what Flain said, what did he help me with. His look his talk all sounding some what familiar to me deep in my brain.

“Did they serve breakfast yet, I’m really hungry and I still haven’t found out why I’m in here.” I said in a tired tone.

“ No and the reason will come in time. You just need to wait for the time.” He explained.

“ Breakfast should be here soon. Why would some one want to eat that stuff any way? All it is, is a bowl of slimy mush. They treat us like animals in here.” Flain said sounding quiet angrily.

“ Yea but when your hungry you’d eat anything when it’s given to you.” I said still hungry and starting to get very impatient.

Most the time I don’t care of the taste of the food till I know what I’m missing on the outside of this slab of concrete. At least they feed use here. They could just give us one meal not all three with sometimes a special snack, but it’s not that special at all it’s just an old cookie or something of the sort. But if you do anything against the rules they will not hesitate to take your food privileges away, I know that Sir. Relf or Riley wont even blink twice before taking your mealtime away from you.

We are barley let out of our cells. The one person I only really know is Flain. They let use out for some physical activity time. It’s not bad but it’s a rare time to have some social time. I still don’t know many of the other men here, most of them are crazy, but they don’t bother me that much. I’ve heard some of their crimes, most of them are murderers and have high love in their own crimes. They like to brag and when I say that I don’t remember they just laugh and I really don’t care. They don’t notice Flain that much, I think what he did must of been the worst of all of them for every one to not talk or show any knowledge of him. He’s never told me what he did to get put in here. Some of the guys here look at me funny when I talk to him, it must be because he’s the worst of them all. But when work time is over they herd us back to our cells for the rest of the day or some times a whole week.

The rest of the day went by with me siting and reading in my bed while Flain just laying on his bed. Now it was getting close to me going to bed. Flain was now standing by the bars looking out and up to the windows. Dinner was a soupy chicken and who knows what else was in that meal. I know that sleep is supposed to be the most peaceful of times but with my dreams, I prefer the look of the prison, than the nightmares that are my dreams. I decided to go to bed.

“It has to be done.” Frank explains.

“ Why Frank?” a Female voice cries.

“Aaaahhhhhhhh” she screams with her last breath.

“ HAHAHAHA!!!” a man laughs to the death.

The police cars sound panic runs the street as Frank walks out with blood on his suit with him laughing to the death of her. “ You’ll never now what happens till it touches you but till then you will dream.” He yelled as if talking to himself.

“ Flain something new has just come up. The dream said that I wouldn’t know till it touches me till then I’ll just dream. Would you know what that means at all if you do I’d like to know.” I said almost yelling in his face from the happiness.

“ Yea I think I do. I’ll tell you later in the afternoon after lunch if I’m in the mood. Just don’t ask me every hour just wait for me to tell you.” He explained as if he already knew.

After that I went to lay down and think about what he knew. I just sat there thinking about it all that morning. Flain sat in the corner I guess that he was thinking of a way to say what he was going to tell me after lunch. Breakfast was something actually good this time, it was a dirty looking egg with some toast not buttered. Today I think is going to be a great day because of the new progress in my dreams and the good food, things are looking up today.

Nearing lunch Mrs. Relf came to my cell “ Yes Mrs. Relf how can I help you.” I said respectably.

“ Did you like your breakfast this morning I hope.” She said very nice for a change.

“No Sir. Why do you ask.” I replied.

“ Why didn’t you like it, it was good.” She replied with wonder.

“ Because it was new Sir, didn’t taste like the good stuff Sir.” I replied happily back.

“ Good answer, expect this more often.” She said with a big grin.

They try to trick us to say yes and you never see it again. When you say no they will not give it again, its all a mind game to them. You learn that after a while in here. I was lucky because Flain told me before I said no on other subjects that I didn’t like.

Lunch came and went fast, nothing that special though. So now all I had to do is wait for him to tell me what he was going to tell me.

About an hour later he came to me. He looked weird more familiar then usual. What ever it was that he was going to say took him almost a whole day to come up with.

As he stared at me I started to feel weird that look in his face some how scary I couldn’t wait any longer” Sooo!” all most yelling.

“ So you want to know what happened to put you in here.” He said still with the same look on his face. He reached for me and touched my forehead.

It was as if my whole memory came back in a flash.

He was talking in my head. It was a great day the day you killed her. Work going good everything perfect. But when you got home you found that your wife Anna Brac was going to leave you for another man. You couldn’t accept that so it came to that moment. You pushed her into your room as if to talk to her. You left and said you’d be back to talk about this. You went and grabbed the biggest knife you owned. When you came in she started to say why she was leaving as if you cared. You pulled the knife out and she fell backwards then you sat on her to make sure she didn’t get away. She bagged man did she bag for you not to kill her. But why should she live she was going to leave anyway. So as she screamed you stabbed her in the lungs to shut her up. You laughed as you went outside you didn’t care that the others see you with blood on your suit. Her death was a laugh to you. You never went to trial you admitted it right away. There was nothing worth living for anyway.

“ So do you understand who I am.” Flain said seriously.

“ No how did you helped me.” I replied.

“ That’s easy I helped, you made me to do the deed to hide the truth for you. In other words I’m the evil side of your mind. You thought of every thing, all I had to do was finish the act. Why did you not acknowledge that the others never talked to me. Always getting a funny look when in the corner talking to your self. That’s why your crazy you blamed your self and said he helped me, there was no one there.” He said laughing.

“ So I am really crazy that’s why I’m here. Your not real I made you.” I said crazily.

“ I’ve been giving you short fragments of what you’ve done, you choose to forget and to have me tell you over time. You weren’t strong enough to kill her so I did, that’s why I live to this day.” He replied.

To this day he, Frank Brac, sits in his corner talking crazily to himself as time goes by. While I sit deep in his mind till the day I am needed once again to do what he can’t accomplish with out the help of me.

Author's Note

ignore grammer, this is another story i wrote in high school.