chocolate_frapp (chocolate_frapp) wrote,

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Chapter 2

So much for me getting out of here by being crazy. I wasn't hallucinating.

I saw him again at breakfast this morning, went up to him and said, "Wilson?"

He looked at me with dead, cold eyes I'd never seen before and said, "What do you want?"

I asked him what the hell he was in here for and he snarled "mind your own fucking business" at me in a way that made me back off immediately. I've seen him mad at me before, I've seen him give me the damn silent treatment before but not like this. It was like he didn't even know who I was. Frankly, it scared the shit out of me.

In prison, you spend a lot of time with your own thoughts. Over the past few days, I had come to realize something about Wilson I can never tell him or anyone else now.

I've been in love with him for years.
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