The Hardest Prison to Escape from is The Mind

The wood of the bed creaked as Josh sat on it. Sunlight sluggishly penetrated the interior of the motorhome in which it was located. The curtains were drawn, designed to keep light out. There was a mess in the trailer that Josh didn't really realize. He sat on the bed, stared into the room, but saw nothing, noticed nothing and did not want to. His arms hung motionless and without strength from his body, his wrists brushed the light wood of the bed. His legs bobbed up and down hysterically, but Josh didn't seem to notice that either and if someone had been here with him, he would probably have spoken to him about it and asked him to leave it alone. Josh only heard the repetitive tone of jeans rubbing against each other as he moved his legs. His lifeless red hair fell repeatedly into his face in strands, he left it at that and didn't move a bit. His heart was beating at a slow pace and the blood flowed through his veins, which were cold to the touch as ice. His whole body froze and th

During his lunch break, Mike showed him everything from the cafeteria to the gym, from the English room to the chemistry room. He showed the most important things and then they sat in the diner, in silence. Mike had given the other a milkshake, but it was barely touched. Josh just poked around with the straw. He knew that the silence was not Mike's hopes, but he didn't know how to change it. What should he say?"You don't talk a lot, do you?" Mike asked, sliding back into the seat. Josh shrugged and continued poking at his milkshake. It was funny how interesting a straw and a milkshake could get when you tried to avoid all the other things.“You don't feel like sitting here with me at all, huh? Let alone talk? ”Josh looked up, feeling funny, but remained silent. If there was one thing he found difficult, it was talking to a classmate he barely knew. A lot was difficult for him, but that was one of the most difficult for him. Mike cleared his throat while Jo

"That's right," said Mike's voice and Josh saw him hand the employee a fiver. He looked at the other in confusion."Come on, have your meal." Mike smiled. The redhead looked at the tray before he sat down with it at an empty table. Mike followed him strangely and sat across from him.Josh fell silent and began to eat. Thanks to his hunger, he ate quickly, which is why a confused Mike peeked at him."Pretty hungry, isn't it?" He laughed softly as he slowly spooned his pudding. The redhead shrugged and went on eating. He was really grateful, but didn't know how to say thank you, which ended up being silent as always. From the corner of his eye, however, he saw that in a few seconds the calm would vanish into thin air. Amy came up to him, stopped in front of his table and looked at him depressed. Josh ignored her, he had nothing to say to her and the other way around it should be the same."Mom wants to know when you're coming home," she finally muttered aft

Josh let out a desperate sigh. When would it finally stop? When would the voices be silent again and leave him alone? You were wrong. Sure, he barely knew Mike, but Josh knew Mike wanted him good. Mike was a good person. Josh might even call him a friend, a buddy, but he didn't want to be too hasty. Maybe Mike was just being friendly and he didn't care about Josh otherwise.“Has everything healed properly? Your dad's ... ”Mike asked, breaking the silence. Josh just shrugged his shoulders and looked at the houses they passed. It was an avenue with expensive houses and expensive cars in the driveways. The redhead felt weird right away, this wasn't an area for him. So calm, so normal. But then Mike stopped his car next to another expensive car - Josh thought it was a Porsche. He eyed the big house, which looked incredibly modern. The outside walls were black or white and you could see large floor-to-ceiling windows. There was probably a big garden too. When Mike got

Nashville ?! How the hell did you get there, that's almost 6 hours away! ”Shock and indignation reflected in Mike's reaction, Josh swallowed hard.“Oh god, Josh. Fuck ... I won't be able to leave until 12. Will you be okay until tonight? "“Um ... Eh ... O-okay, yeah. II get along. W-wait, can you bring my backpack from my trailer? ”Josh stuttered. Mike said yes, asked for an address where to pick him up and then said goodbye. A little later it was hung up. Josh nervously put the phone back on the table and sighed."When is he coming?" Asked William. Josh said in a nutshell that he would come in the evening before he got up. He would have to pass the time in town by evening."Where are you going? You can stay here until your friend picks you up. ”Josh sat back nervously as an argument developed between William and his wife. Josh didn't want his wife to stay in the house, saying he was a criminal who had broken into the garden