August 15, 2023, West Virginia Penitentiary
Down in the West Virginia Penitentiary Correctional Facility, resides Callith Ane, a murderer of his mother and father. Callith is inside of his cell sitting down on his prison rack in eerily silence. Beside him is a dead prisoner starved to death, but he doesn't mind since he isn't afraid of many things.
Many years ago Callith was moved to a rich family who wasn't abusive but ignored him like a shadow. Callith grew tired of this treatment and decided to kill them and find a better life not to be unnoticed. He ended up in prison and felt happier there because of the lack of ignorance he encountered.
I watched my mother and father walk past me day after day, I would go to sleep while they were busy doing god knows what. I ate breakfast which I made by myself, then I went to school to get my ass beat, only to come home and meet my mother and father in meetings after meetings. My parents noticed me only when I went to an appointment or when I was in the rooms where they had meetings. If I was interrupting them, I would be beaten with a belt and made to clean up my blood if I bled.
Over the year I turned 15 and something inside me exploded with rage, I went into the garage and got a pair of garden shears. I went into my parent's room, lifted the shears, and sunk it into both their eye sockets. "Now they won't see anything like they didn't see me."
I went outside and mutilated their bodies by skinning off all their flesh and smashing the bones making a Crucifix out of their remains. People reported me and I was arrested and put in a mental asylum for a while, I was found not to be crazy but just a bad person. I stayed there for 1 year and was sent to a Maximum Security Prison.
I didn't find it calming to murder people, but I did feel a sense of calmness now that I wouldn't be ignored by those fuc*ers anymore. And after this time locked up, I grew stronger and became iconic in the joint. People never dared to fu*k with me. I tried to escape once, by killing four guards snapping each of their necks, just hearing the sound made them feel pathetic. I was later put back in my cell and then moved into solitary confinement. At first, I was going to be put to death, but there were difficulties.
I was monitored 24/7 at every corner. If I did anything stupid I was going to be beaten the hell out of, This happened to me many times before I grew smarter. I grew a hatred for humanity, they were too cruel and rotten. I wanted to watch the world burn up in ashes to ashes. I dreamed up the world in my hands, crushing it in my palms, bleeding from cuts. I realized if I wanted to dominate this hell, there was going to be lots of bloodshed, not only for others but for me.
I was in my cell when one day a new inmate arrived, this guy was tall, around 7-foot tall, and he looked a bit like me, as if we shared some DNA.
The guard moved him to a cell alone with not many people nearby. "In your cell, you sick son of a bitch, enjoy your new life."
This guy, I feel something in him. I bit of a connection, he seemed silent, and abandoned, did he also want to see the world burn?
He was locked in and had a chip implanted in his neck, like all of us when we first got here. But when he chipped in he didn't scream in pain, most of us would have to be held, it was like benign jabbed with a blazing shive.
I saw him at lunch a few times, but I didn't talk to him, I didn't talk to anyone just like I rarely do. The last time I had ever talked, was before I entered this grey hell.