Solitary Confined

The food flung against the wall as Max threw his plate. He stared angrily at Drew across the small cell. 

"This is all your fault, making me feel worse about getting stuck in solitary," Max screamed as the guards just looked at the food hole with strange looks.

Max was hungry, but his temper has always been his downfall.  He stared at Drew only to size up if a fight was needed.  His red face was not enough as Drew seemed to retreat to the corner.  The cell was a place of his insanity, and Max could only see his injustice.  Max lay in his bed as he kept an eye open for Drew in case of revenge.  The dingy cell was mainly dark, with very little light from the outside.  The memories of the outside were all Max could think of, though it had been some time since he was even there.  Max looked at the ceiling, its aged concrete, and only wished to escape from this prison.  Drew seemed content in his corner as the men could not be in a worse position.  All seemed to end as necessary when they were just misunderstood about their crimes.  The room was dark, and still, Max could not settle as he feared what Drew might do to him. Still, the silence of the room towered him into sleep as it goes every night.

The lights turned on as Max awoke from his slumber, only to find a smile on Drew's face.  He gallivanted around the room with his hands hidden from view.  Max started screaming at the guards, who only looked and went back to their duties.  Drew looked at Max with a fiendish look and his swagger of boldness.  It was a small room, but it was enough to alarm anyone.  Max continued to scream as the guards only shook their heads in shame.  One guard remarked," That looney is losing it every day."  Only the long days, such as being caught at the crime scene of his friend's supposed death, ran through Max's head. It was self-defense from getting reported, and yet he still lies in his prison cell with the mischievous Drew.  Some days were bearable, and others were the fight of his life.  Since no one was going to intervene, it was time to fight back.  As the bedding flew across the room, a mess ensued. Only Drew could simply laugh and stare as he paced the room.  Sweat started falling across Max's brow as he was embattled in taking out his enemy, who was simply there to destroy him just like his friend.  Yet the guards just merely watched as the whole scene unfolded.

"They said I killed you, and yet you are still alive," Max screamed at Drew.

"Well, then they do not know me very well, do they," Drew replied.

Both men were at odds as Max grew more irritated at the very thought that he was subjected to such torture. Drew's face turned white as the door opened, and he cowered in the corner as a man in a suit entered the cell. Max turned in shock as he looked the man over and decided he was no good after all.  

"Bring him to my office, and we shall see about his sanity," the man in the suit ordered. 

Max was being brought out as Drew started laughing and mouthed," Now they think you're crazy."

The long hallways were all so familiar as he was escorted to the doctor's office.  His hands were still cuffed, and he looked more scared than his friend being stuck in the same cell as him.  The man introduced himself as Dr. Saber, a psychologist. 

"Now, son, who is attacking you in your cell since your friend Drew was found dead on the night you were caught," stated Dr Saber.

"He never died, and all of you should have seen that by now, and you put him in my cell," Max replied. 

"I think we need to up your meds till, and maybe a trip to the psych ward would give you some more rest," Dr Saber answered.

Max could only stand there as he was dragged out, for Drew had been watching this all along and was ready to join him there, too.  Drew was free as a bird, even in the worst places. Max knows his friend is alive, and he only wants to convince everyone else of that fact.

"Drew is alive. You are just letting him torture me," Max screamed as he was led away with all just ignoring his warnings.