Cassandra Hall
"I miss the sky, the rain, the sun...I miss it all."
"I miss the sky, the rain, the sun...I miss it all."
Andy had scooped runny mashed potatoes onto a spoon, opening her mouth to take a bite when she heard his voice. She dropped her spoon back onto her plate, holding the tray in a white knuckled grip as she turned her head to look out the clear polymer wall of her cell. With eyes narrowed she glared across the hall at the man, if he could be called that, who spoke with the feeder. As far as Andy knew he had been here longer, much longer. He had been here when she had first arrived, the first person she had spoke to. Andy muttered under her breath and picked her spoon back up, cleaning the utensil of the mashed potatoes. It was like this everyday, listening to him try and make conversation with the people who had them locked up, lips puckered 24/7 to kiss ass at any opportunity. Andy couldn't stand him. Finishing her potatoes and gravy covered meat she set the tray down, sliding it across the slick floor to bang against the wall. Crawling off the bed she followed the dry path it had let, though the floor was quickly slicked with water once more. Standing at the door she began muttering again, over and over the same thing. "Walls, floor, ceiling. Walls, floor, ceiling." Her body was in one place and mind in another, staring down to watch the way her head turned in different directions, fingers twitching against the glass, and lips moving as she spoke in rhythm of what her body's eyes were seeing. "Walls, floor, ceiling...Brimstone. Brimstone. Brimstone. Tray. Walls, floor, ceiling." Being in one 6 by 6 cell for two years with no change, no ability to stretch, run, or do anything except pace or sit did things to people. Insane things to people.