Insane Short Stories

He couldn’t remember how he had been imprisoned or even what his name was. At most, his mind could recall some past life events, mostly of his drunken dad arriving home to the son he had to saddle for eighteen years. Or maybe they were just stolen memories. People weren't simply thrown into cramped cells randomly. It was irrational. Insane. Even to the point of being laughable. Yet, he remained trapped. It was funny how little logic concerned reality. He'd been kicking, screaming and raging against the door for many inconsolable days, maybe weeks. It had been hard to tell with the light under the door. The fire inside him had been extinguished pretty quickly. It was difficult to rage against the eeriness of silence, and he had not been a persistent man. His rage went to screams, his screams to tears, and his tears to pleas. Eventually, only his jagged breath and the sound of silence remained. …show more content…
So he waited. Something or someone must have been the reason for his imprisonment. Be it a test, a hallucination or bad nightmare, someone would have to come. Of course, help never arrived. Nobody had come, neither person nor animal. Not a single sound had come through the immobile door, no matter how hard he begged for even a whisper. He would have wanted to die for the clacking of hard soles on concrete. Even worse, he was starving; only water to fill the gaping void. It was peculiar how hunger affected the mind. Just the smallest things began to grate in his head. How the white paint on the walls was unevenly coated as if done by a child, the ever so slight lumps on the bed, and the annoying, constant drone of the incandescent bulb that crescendoed