My Cellmate's A Killer

It’s curious how we just stop sometimes to remember how we met some people, those embarrassing situations that made you want to disappear and that conversation with that person you never imagine will be your best friend. For example, I never expected to know coolest guy ever at prison!

Since he arrived to my cell, the lonely cage became a better place to live. We have lots of things in common, we didn’t like the food served in the alpha area, we were both accused for killing someone and we were innocent.

He was very shy and trembling the first night he spent here. His mouth was bleeding a little bit. Then I saw he was good looking and felt bad for him… That was a sign of what kind of welcome he received…

It was morning when talked the first time, he had his mouth shut… I don’t blame him… How couldn’t he being doing that? I know what they forced him to put inside his mouth last night… They did the same thing to me… Those corrupt cops let the other prisoners rape the new guys in exchange for a few dollars…

So, I told him I understood his situation… He kept in silence a little while before he said his name. I still didn’t know if I could trust him but I told him how some called me in prison: #07. He questioned about my nickname and I answered with another question: “Have you seen this cell’s number?” and we both laughed.

The days past and he taught me how to play poker with an old deck I had bellow my bed; I started his addiction to nicotine and together won many card games against other prisoners to get free smokes.

One day I tried to make a joke with a magic trick, I hid a cigar down my sleeve and acted as if he had it behind one of his ears but he hated it! I didn’t know what made him so mad but I never surprised him again…

This new cellmate resulted to be a great card player and we used that to win money to keep the cops away. He seemed to be happy about it but I knew he was just trying to survive this hell… That guy never admits it, but he wept when we where sleeping… He was innocent… Or at least, that’s what I thought.

Two months transformed us in cool friends, I was suffering my sentence and he was waiting the final announcement of his case. This young man was loosing his days at jail, he wasn’t having a bad time but happiness wasn’t the word that could explain his condition. That’s why I asked him what happened that night the police brought him to my almost empty room.

“Did she really kill herself?” I asked.

He was very sincere; I think he revealed all his secrets because we had a nice day with our cards. We were celebrating our several victories smoking and lying in our beds, we were tired but he talked anyway.

My cellmate started his story with something I had discovered a few days ago; he confirmed to me his aversion to surprises. He preferred to know everything to be prepared against any trouble. So, when his ex girlfriend came to his house that night to tell him she was going to have his son, he didn’t smile at all.

He let her in, my friend was kind of happy they were inside his house because he had control of everything there; from the impeccable white kitchen to pistol he had next to his bed on a pine wood table.

He told me she smelled like beer, she was depressed and needed the alcohol to be brave, what she didn’t expect was that those eleven tequila shots and three beers were going to cause her miserable end.

“I’d never believe this baby is mine! You know I broke up with you because you didn’t want sex! That baby needs to meet his real father, bitch. I always knew you were cheating on me” he said with his strong voice.

“How can you even say that? You were the one who fornicated in those orgies! I knew about those crazy parties you went and I didn’t say a word because I loved you and this is how you pay!?” she replied.

“Well… I know it was wrong but I thought you were with other guys! And your baby is the proof of that! I’m not the father!”

“C’mon… You know we were still fine two moths ago, be a man! Accept this kid is yours! Admit it as I confess I cheated on you”

“What? Idiot girl… That was the stupidest thing to say… You just sink yourself! That baby could be anyone’s semen”

“You are the stupid here... Because I had real sex with girls who could make me scream, not fags like you, boy!”

Then, my friend was full of anger and wanting to beat her up to make her scream as anyone had done it ‘till that moment. So, he grabbed her neck and threw her pregnant body over a bamboo table that would be broken seconds before in the living room. He knew that was wrong, so wrong that it felt good.

The poor girl dragged her body to the wall in order to stand up and escape from the mad guy who strangled her. However, the boy was quicker than her and he was sober.

My cellmate felt like crap, he was a failure as a man and he had to eliminate any proves of it. He took a pointed piece of broken bamboo to hit her but she skipped a bloody death and made it to the kitchen.

She was scared, desperate and crying, maybe because her parents forced her to leave the house and threatened her with calling the police if they see her blue eyes around in the house again, but mostly because she couldn’t find a single knife when her ex boyfriend approached.

Somehow, she took off a drawer from a cabinet and hit it against the boy’s head, making him fall dizzy, but not for long time. At least, that movement let her run to the second floor, she almost collapsed on the stairs but she carried on when he screamed.

My poker partner is very strong; he had no problem to be fine after that collision. Immediately, he raised a baseball bat he had near the stairs to punish the intruders.

The blue eyed girl looked herself inside the main bedroom. My cellmate heard she was there; sobbing, sick and vomiting noises were going out from that room.

“GET OUT, BITCH! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” he kept yelling as he tried to knock down the door with his bat, especially when she shot a bullet through the wall in front of my friend.

The alcohol made her think weird thoughts, easy escapes and rare dreams… The ecstasy secretly put in her drink helped a little as well…

“OPEN THE DANM DOOR!” he said. Then, she did what he hated the most: Surprisingly, the lock was being opened and when he pushed the door she said with a funny voice: “Good-bye!”

Yes, my cellmate though for a second he was dead! But when he entered the bedroom, saw her agonizing body shacking on the floor, bleeding and staining his carpet with her blood. So, he moved the body outside the room, where there’s ceramic instead of fancy carpets…

The girl had a big hole in her head, even like that, my friend called the 911 line…

The police arrested him two months ago for a crime he didn’t do… Of course he just said she committed suicide because she used drugs and alcohol… All the mess was done by her drunken condition. He tried to help her when she locked herself inside the bedroom, that’s why the door was almost destroyed… Unfortunately, he couldn’t prevent the tragedy… That’s what he said to the judge and that’s why he left the prison yesterday...

Keep writing, don’t forget about me, dude. Come and visit your good friend #07. I still like to play poker with you.