Seize The Day

I dumped my tray and headed to the recreation room. I am seriously getting fucking sick of this place. Just a few more weeks and I'll be out of here, just a few more weeks...

As I was turning down the main hallway someone stopped me by grabbing onto my shirt, jerking me backwards. I drew my fist back to put this fucker in his place, but stopped when I realized it was one of the guards.

Not just any guard though, it was Mickey. He was the head guard, the one that all the inmates hated, he absolutely loved messing with everyone. And as much as people wanted to, they never did anything about it, I mean like they never hit him or anything along those lines. All the other guards have gotten their fair share of black eyes and busted lips/noses, but never Mickey. There was just something about him that said 'don't fuck with me.' Everyone talked about him, saying shit like how bad they wanted to 'fuck him up,' but no one ever did anything to him. He had them all scared shitless.

Not me though, the only reason I didn't put him in the hospital just then is because I'm getting out early for 'good behavior.'

And Mickey knows it, too.

Being the head guard and all, he always know's who is getting close to their release time. So, being the dickwad that he is, he tries to make them crack. He tries to make them fuck up so they get time added on, just because he likes seeing them miserable.

I told you he was a bastard.

"What do you want, Mickey?" I asked through clenched teeth, trying my damndest to keep my cool.

"Something wrong, Sanders? You seem a little...agitated." He chuckled.

"No, sir, just going to the rec room, plan on hitting the bench press."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, sir."

He was still holding the collar of my shirt from behind, talking right into my ear.

Now I really was getting, what did he call it, agitated? Yeah, that's it. I'm getting fucking agitated with him breathing on my neck like that.

'keepyourcoolkeepyourcoolkeepyourcool' I thought to myself.

"Well, sorry about you luck, Sanders, but you're needed in the Warden's office."

And with that he let go of my shirt and gave me a push in the direction I was needed, following behind me to give me a push every few steps, just because he fucking could.

When we reached the office he knocked on the door twice, and then opened it, giving me a shove inside. I stopped myself before I ran straight into one of the other guards, causing fuckface chuckle. I fixed my clothing, which consisted of a white wife-beater, and some orange pants, and turned toward the warden.

"Hello, Matthew, how are you today?" Amusement dripping off of every word, it was clear he knew exactly what Micky was up to.

I took a deep breath, and tried to calm down so I wouldn't smart off, and replied with:

"I'm fine sir, how are you?"

"I'm great Matthew, thank you for asking!" He boasted with a cheesy smile plastered on his face.

"That's good," I mumbled.

"What was that?" Asked the Warden, his face now serious.

"I said "that's good," sir."

He didn't say anything, he just stared at me for a few moments before going back to his overly cheerful disguise.

"Well then, let's proceed, shall we?"

I just nodded.

"Today something spectacular happened, Matthew. Something that's never happened here at Pelican Bay."

"Okay?"

"It really calls for a celebration, Mickey and Myself considered giving you extra shower tokens, but I think that would be a little over the line."

"Soo, what happened exactly?"

"You've received a letter."

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