I remember the day when a guard was fighting with Murphy. Murphy was on the ground wrestling with him. I felt anger surge through my body, my blood boiling with my anger. I grabbed the guard by the neck and flung him across the room. That day Murphy was taken away to get electrocuted, because of his bad behaviour. I waited anxiously for him to come back , and then for what seemed like hours later, he walked through the door.
My heart sank. His arms were in front of him as he slowly walked towards me; he looked brain dead. Then, when he finally was in front of me, he winked. Relief poured all over my body as I laughed silently at his foolishness.
It was great when Murphy organized the party. He brought along a pretty, boisterous lady. We had the party when all the nurses had gone. It was quite chaotic! Murphy was thinking of escaping and I considered going with him. But in the end, we both stayed put.
The next morning, we all got in big trouble. Murphy especially. The thing I dreaded most happened. He got taken away again. To get electrocuted….. With a million things running through my mind, I went to bed after hours of waiting.
I woke up when he came back. He was being guided by two guards. He looked a little like he did after his first treatment - only worse. It looked as though the treatment had killed him. I kept waiting for him to wink again, to stop pretending, I shouted at him , pushed him! Nothing. Motionless as a vegetable. I felt so anguished, frustrated seeing him like this.
I grabbed a pillow, pushed it upon his ugly face and led him out of his misery. It’s what he would have wanted, I’m sure. It was at this moment that I decided I had to leave. I just couldn’t take it anymore. Not without Murphy.
I remembered how he once was struggling to pull out a fitted in fountain. I felt an overpowering urge , to pull out that mountain. I heaved and pulled; my anger coming to my advantage. I finally, blue in the face, pulled it out, I picked it up and walked towards the huge window opposite Murphy , and threw at it. The window shattered to pieces. I ran though the opening , into the big, open fields. Leaving my troubles behind. Finally free.