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Harlem reluctantly removed his piercing and his necklace and handed the items over with a look of complete loathing. He didn't understand why he didn't have the right to keep hold of his very special, personal possessions. He watched the fuss the others made about the ordeal (and the consequences which followed) and admired them for it. He, however, didn't see the sense in fighting about it. Eventually, the other party would win and he would just be putting himself through a whole lot more unnecessary shit then what was already being presented to him (which was enough). Especially since the jewelry wasn't that important. It wasn't worth being forced to stare at a desert for ten minutes, anyway. What the hell kind of punishment was that anyway?

When he had finished with the exchange, he followed the next set of instructions and found himself in a room. Not much to look at and not very appealing. No mattress, even? Seemed like pointless cruelty to him, but then, most things did. He didn't see much point to the large percentage of things. How hard cold it be for these stupid people to provide mattresses, for example? What sort of valuable life lesson did such depravity hope to teach? Okay, maybe 'depravity' were too harsh of a word, but really.

He lay down on his side, trying to get comfortable and thinking over everything that had lead him to be in this fucked up place. He didn't really blame himself. Okay, it was kind of his fault for not doing a good enough job killing himself... You're kind of supposed to die and all that. It was just all a little pointless, wasn't it? The whole cycle. You're born, you grown up, you make money, you fall in love, maybe have a family and then you die. Everyone always dies, so you might as well chose when you go out, right? Seemed like a easy enough concept to conceive, yet there was something terribly wrong with him for wishing to snuff it, for taking drugs so he didn't have to feel, for being withdrawn because idle chatter was senseless. Hah! That was a joke and a half! More like there was something terribly wrong with the world and the people in it. Anyone with common sense would want to get the fuck out of there as soon as they could, right?

What was worse then the whole, pointless cycle was the bad shit that happened, like this very uncomfortable bed, for example. He doubted he would be able to sleep at all. His body was jerking and aching too much for that. Even in a comfortable bed, he'd probably not be able to sleep.

And what was this stone circle shit he kept hearing about? What exactly would that achieve? Turn him around, make him revert his oh so sinful ways due to a stone circle? Nah, fuck that. It wouldn't achieve shit. Let them just wait and see.

He lay tossing and turning, his body in a feverish state. He'd even bashed his head fervently against the wall, half trying to knock himself out until finally, just before sunrise, he fell asleep, where his dreams were dark and filled with regret.