Snippet #1811910

Abram sat quietly in his cell, staring at the wall for half an hour now. He didn't relies it but what else could he do to kill time. Looking down at his long fingernails that wear painted black, he put his nail on a previous scar from last week. Wondering how many more scars he had, since he was locked in her for killing and not telling the location on where his parents are. They were family for heavens sake, he wouldn't tell on family, even if they paid him money for it. Sighing as he stared back at the wall, forgetting what he was doing before thinking about his family. Oh well, he stood up and walked around the cell, it should be lunch time by now. He moved his long black cloak off his right shoulder, removing it off the top of his head, showing his blood red hair, his perfectly shaped eyebrows, and his ghostly light green eyes.

He sighed as it was finally time to go to the cafeteria. "Well, it's like we eat the same everyday." Talking to no one in particular as he sat down at a table, and started to eat. Wishing, his plate had a neck on it he lied his head on his hand, who was supported by his elbow. He tucked his hair behind his ears and continued eating. He was eating the way he liked, by himself, no one bothering him, just him and himself. He was surprised the voices didn't come, they usually came when he got those stupid injections, it wasn't like he was going to kill anyone. Well, not that he wouldn't want to kill anyone, he would to get at least a few gulps of blood. "This food is not helping." He said as he continued to eat his food.