Antigone
Murgatroyd always wondered what it was like to be locked up. Never would he believe he'd personally experience it. But then again, maybe it was to be expected of him... in the eyes of the law, he'd broken the rules several times.
And here he was, locked up in a cell at a guard base in the kingdom. Troyd had been sobbing and screaming the entire way, and after some shouting from the guards and inmates, he'd finally shut up. He sat alone, pressed against the grainy, unsanitary wall. Hands on his head.
"Kid." Whispered a voice. Probably one of the inmates. "What in the world did you do to get here?"
Troyd perked up slightly. He sniffled. "W-well... not much, really. I took bread and things from the shops when no one looked. I doodled on the wall with pieces of chalk. I gave Clove a taste of his own medicine..." his voice raised at that last part.
The voice cooed gently. "Aw. Buddy. Those guards really didn't do you justice. Don't mind me asking this, but who is this... Clove, you speak of?"
Troyd sighed. "Used to be my friend. But at this point I doubt he even was my friend. He got my actual friends to get me to follow him to the river, and then they abandon me once I hit the water." He explained. He felt a weight get lifted off his chest. "I don't know how to swim." He added.
Silence followed afterwards. Troyd recollected the memory. He'd probably never want to swim again after that... experience. But maybe it was good that it happened. He met his mom. And then she promised him a life of hospitality, and then she got killed, and he was here now. Troyd noticed he was crying again. His head hurt.
At last, the voice peeped. "Wow... uh. I don't know what to say about that... how did you survive?"
"I didn't." Troyd said.
The silence came back. But this time, it had an eerie, frightening vibe to it, that Troyd quickly noticed. He thought it would be obvious what happened, but apparently not...
"S-so you're-" the voice stammered. "Kid, you better not be pulling my leg here!"
"I'm not. Really, I didn't survive the river." Troyd said, making it clearer. "I'm only here now because of my mom. But mom's dead now, and I don't know where my caretaker is, so... here I am."
"Kid, that's bananas." Another voice chipped in. "You're making this up. Either you lived and made it to shore thanks to your mom, or you're dead and we're hallucinating your ghost."
"I'm not making this up!" Troyd protested. He was standing up now. "How would I have been dragged here if I was a ghost? I'm telling you... I drowned in that river. My friends left me. I saw myself in a sparkling landscape. Everything there was pretty and calm. And mom was there too, and she showed me my body from beyond. She brought me to it and I woke up on the shore. Clove admitted that he wanted me to die!" He screamed. "He killed me and he got away with it!"
"That's messed up!" The first voice screeched.
"Yeah!" The second agreed.
"Oh for the love of- SHUT UP YOU BLOODY LOT!" Shouted a guard. "Unless you ALL want to get a worser punishment!"
Silence quickly filled the prison. Wiping his eyes, Troyd sat back down and curled up in his corner. He hoped his punishment wouldn't be that bad... I mean... what's the worse that could happen?
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