𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 . - Chapter 21: Chapter 21

My yard time had gotten interrupted by one of the guards that were on grounds, I was told I had received a gift but was confused 'cause I've never actually gotten gifts for a while now.
It was odd, because when I reached at the other end of west wing a brown box stood in front of me; my name was written neatly in cursive with a small stamp to the side.
I know a lot of folks from the outside, but don't know any who write like a bitch.
At first, I thought it was from Vendetta. But I knew it wasn't her, she'd probably call me to the infirmary— speaking to me privately.
"Do you know who it came from?" The guard beside me shrugged he's shoulders at my reply, glaring at the box with a scrunched expression. "Watchu' think is in this hoe?"
"Socks, lotion. A pussy pocket, shit I need me one of those."
I choke on my saliva gazing back at the guard, wondering what was going on in his weird mind. "I am not hearing you out bra, open this shit. I need to see."
For someone reason the guard couldn't escape his eyes away from the open box.
I didn't know what was in there, but I knew it wasn't something nice and pleasing the way his expression was painting across his face.
"It's a rope."
"A rope?" I say confused, tilting my head down so I could get a clear look. What i saw wasn't something my eyes would catch at a young age right now.
I didn't know who was spreading the news that i'm dying but sending a rope to kill myself really was a menace move. "Are you okay though Key?"
"Hmm?" I pick up the end of the rope, examining it carefully before the guard had cleared his throat. "Say it with your chest man, what is it?"
"Me and the guards heard about your condition," He faces me, moving his gun and tazer over to the side. "And we just want to tell you to get well. You shouldn't be at this fight by yourself you should be with family, you should be with us."
I scoff, "Y'all are not my family. You guys are the same guards that got Peter killed and tried to cover it up, he died in front of my eyes! Y'all pushed him in front of me and forced me not to say shit!"
"Look," He backs away from my heavy tone, throwing his arms up in defense. "What one guard did doesn't mean we are all bad key'mir."
He was right, but I don't want to except that he was right. Peter was my friend; he was good to me. The only guard that was good to me when I entered this place.
"I don't care. Just because there's rumours that I'm dying doesn't mean I'm going to forgive y'all," I tell him truthfully, and the look in his eyes were like I broke his feelings.
This grown man's feelings, sick.
•••
In spite of the rope still inside the brown box, every inmate i walked past dapped me up with a small part of kindness. I was touched, but i was also concerned that everyone was becoming aware.
Although it was touching, i was uncomfortable that everyone was finding out. Whoever spread it around had made in public and had no right.
"You like my present or what?" I heard Woon say behind me, gripping onto my shoulders as he made his way in front of me. "It'll be a nice jewelry going around your neck, next to that cross of course."
"Who are you, exactly?" He returns me a loud gasp, gaping his mouth open.
"Damn, that shit didn't even last twenty-four hours cuddy!" He chuckles softly, but I didn't quite catch on what was so funny. "Key, get that peanut brain of yours working."
"Bra, you niggas are annoying! On my dick like i know y'all or some." I brush him off, but he wasn't accepting that. "What do you want?"
"I confessed."
"You confessed what?" I watch him bury his palms in his face, sighing loudly like he did something wrong. At times like this i wish my memory would come back just at this moment. "Hello? confessed what?"
"That i killed Naj, that kid. They're executing me in two days." Woon smiles weakly, patting my shoulder. Then i noticed the small tear that fell from his eye. "I'll miss sending my guys to stomp on yo' shit."
And for some reason i found myself laughing at these memories about me that he spilled. I didn't realise i caused crime and drama so much till now. "It was nice meeting you, Woon? right?"
"Wo'nu, but it's a'ight," He chuckles. "I'll let it slide just for you. Oh, and tell your friends that I've got bad blood towards them, so they shouldn't show no hatred to me anymore. Plus," he shrugs weakly. "I'm going to die anyways."
'Me and you both' I listen to the small voice in my head, heading back over to my cell. The guy from yesterday, Paco laid himself over at his top bunk.
As for my bottom bunk it was covered with letters and envelopes, I barely knew the names of who it came from, but I recognised one, Vendetta.
But now I'm starting to think she spread the news, she was the only one to know about it, but why? What did she gain from it?
"The warden told everyone to write you letters, he wishes you well." Paco says from the top bunk, slanging his legs out as it tangled in the air. "You should read the one my daughter made you last, you'll love it."
I smile, "So, we both have daughters huh?"
"Yeah cuddy." He pokes his head down. "I always wanted them to be best friends like us, maybe in the afterlife that could happen don't you think, key?"
I nod, scrambling through the numerous letters. I'd admit some of them made me shed a tear, I didn't know this many people cared about me this much.
But I felt like I wasn't receiving this much love until they suddenly announced that my final days behind these walls were caving in.
"You know—" I can sense the sadness rush over him when he buried his face. "You know how sad this makes me that we can't grow old together, live till our hairs turn grey and watch over our grandkids key."
"I'm sorry." I really couldn't do anything, I can't remember who this is or the memories I've shared with him, and all I could do is apologise thinking one apology was going to make him feel better, I hated it.
"I wish I could go with you—" Paco shatters down into tears, I jogged over to him bringing him in my embrace hugging his neck. "But I'm happy that you're taking this path because you can finally be with your daughter."
"Thank you, Paco." I wiped the small tear that suddenly fell.
"I love you brother," He jumps off his bunk, pulling me in aggressively hugging me so tightly I felt suffocated in his arms.
He cried then I cried, he smiled, and I smiled. Just by being around him, I know he was probably a good friend towards me when my memories were still pure.
I love him, and the mother that I lost memories with,
And I love Vendetta, it was heartbreaking that I couldn't see her the next morning; my time was already here, my sealed shut eyes were already waiting for me to enter the gates and finally leave my body.
I couldn't tell her that my feelings towards her were pure. I couldn't help her fix me like we said we were going to. I couldn't tell her that I loved her, and I couldn't tell her that she was the only girl that made me feel safe.
Vendetta was my therapy; may I rest in peace.