October 24, 1980
It's been almost a whole month that I have written in this book. Why to be exact? Well, loads of things have happened throughout this month to where I've had no time to write anything. For example, Harrison has ranked up to 6 kills so quickly. It is so absurd considering that there was a point in time where he just kept leaving the jail to play the games. I always sense how much he enjoyed killing people. Doing it as if those human lives meant nothing to him. I would say like me, but I don't enjoy killing people. I do it because I have to, but that man looked like he was skipping his way through the hallways to kill as many people as he was able to. Riley has picked up on this as well, he didn't like it one bit. We tried talking to Harrison about it, but he never gave us an actual answer. He would give us little things that made no sense and they didn't even answer our questions. Like for instants, when we ask him how'd the game go, he'd say things like
"Oh well, you see the key to the game is just pretending like your foe is nothing more than a dying wolf that needs to get put down from its suffering."
"Um, that's great, but we didn't ask how to play it-" Riley couldn't even finish a sentence before Harrison got mad and started to try and fight the guy. I didn't say anything, but then I got brought into it as Harrison swung at me. He missed me on purpose and punched the wall which left a dent. It was a scare tactic, he wouldn't hit either one of us because we were the only ones who would talk to him. So he'd try to threaten us. It always scared Riley, but me. I can admit, I get a little uncomfortable, but because I know he can't actually hurt me, I'm not as scared as I should be. Although Harrison does bring me back memories of my father. Except the difference is that Harrison uses fear to make others bend against his will, my dad would use force to get his way. Whenever he didn't like something or someone, he'd put his hands on them. Sure that would get him into trouble, but my dad was smart. When fighting he always wore a hoodie and some gloves so they couldn't track his fingerprints or see his face. Then later when he got home, he'd burn his hoodie and get a new one. I don't know how he ever has the money to keep burning hoodies and pay for the house and stuff, but whatever the case was, he was never put in jail unlike Harrison. Anyways, last week, Harrison had unlocked the repressed memory of what happened at my grandparents house. Me, Riley and Harrison were chilling outside in the yard. If you could even call it that, more of a room with grass, benches and the roof being gone and replaced with barbed wire around the edges. Harrion was eating some grapes in a bowl while Riley was talking to me about the new TV that was getting set up in our cells. Granted, the TVs were not big, probably the size of a laptop but Riley was excited to catch up on the new shows he missed while being here. I didn't really care, since I don't watch TV like that and I rather prefer reading a book than anything. As Riley kept talking to me, I peek behind to see Harrison staring with so much hatred in his eyes, it felt like my soul was disintegrating. He cleared his throat eventually which caught Riley's attention. There was a little awkward silence in the room.
"Can I be brought into this conversation too?" Harrison asked, breaking the silence.
"I mean sure. What are you gonna watch when we have the TV set up?" Riley asked.
"Nothing" I squinted at Harrison. Who the hell asks to join a conversation and then proceed to give out the most blandest answer ever and say nothing afterwards? How big of a dick do you have to be?
"Ok well, um… Why not?" Riley asked. Riley wouldn't say anything, but I know he wanted to scold the hell out of Harrison because of how stupid that guy was being.
"I never used to watch Tv when I was younger and the old jail that I was in never had a TV." he explained
"You seemed to not have anything in that jail, huh?" I asked. Harrison shrugged and said,
"Nope, not anything."
I was really tired of this guy and his rude and crude act. So I turned away from him. I stood up and made an excuse that I needed to do something. I never specified what, but Riley usually knows that means I didn't want to be a part of a conversation anymore. He stood up and said he needed to go to the bathroom too considering he didn't like being alone with Harrison. As we both walked to the door, I heard Harrison call out
"I know you guys don't want to talk to me."
I was gonna say some snarky comment, but I decided to hold my tongue. It wasn't worth an argument so I didn't say anything. Until I was hit with the bowl Harrison had on the back of my head. I blacked out, before I woke up, I went through a dream or specifically a memory about my grandparents house and that fateful day. When I was about 7 years old, my dad took me to my grandparents house for the week since I rarely got to see them. The day was pretty normal from what I can remember before the accident. The sky was blue and filled with the sounds of car horns and birds chirping. I was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book. I think it was about a ninja. Don't ask me what he was doing because the only thing I can remember was him sneaking around and beating up people. In the kitchen my grandparents and my dad were discussing about my grandparents being in a lot of debt and if they didn't get enough money to pay the house rent, they'd be kicked out of the house. It escalated pretty quick with my grandmother blaming my grandfather for his excessive drinking. Although we all knew the real reason was because of how needy my grandma was and she wanted everything and that was the only way to stop her constant whining and complaining about them not doing anything. I didn't think about it much because yelling was never foreign to me and my family. That was until I heard a glass shatter. It shocked me, so when I looked up, I saw my grandmother on the floor with shattered glass all around her. She looked like she was out cold and her head was bloody. My dad was in shock and before he knew it my grandfather swung a sharp glass bottle at him. My grandfather was going crazy, he killed his wife and had two witnesses on him, so it made sense to take us both out at the time. My grandfather picked up a bowl and without a single thought in his mind, threw it at my head. After that I remember waking up in a hospital bed. I saw my father and mother talking to the police in the room.
"What happened?" I asked, which caught everyone's attention. Next thing I knew I got interrogated by the police about my grandfather. There were so many questions that my little kid brain couldn't handle much. After all of that, my father had asked me to keep this stuff hidden from people and to just forget my grandfather and what happened to me. I nodded. And that's how it went. I had forgotten about it for a while now. I had chosen to because it made dealing with the pain manageable. So now just remembering all this now really does kill all the progress I had made to forget the pain. It worked for so long, until Harrison ruined it. When I had woken up from being knocked out for what was said to be an hour at least, Riley was there. He was sitting on a chair next to me, I saw the worry plastered all over his face. That despair in him. I saw it before, many times, but this one felt more hurt and dreadful. More than I'd ever think a person could be. Once I sat up though, Riley noticed and all that sadness had disappeared like there was none at all.
"Franklin, you're up!" Riley cried out, happily. He was like a happy little puppy to see me.
"What the hell happened?" I had asked, feeling this big bump in the back of my head. Riley's smile seem to have frown downward slightly as he recollected the experience,
"You were knocked out by a bowl from Harrison." he paused before continuing,
"He stormed out before I could say anything to him and he's been in the bathroom for a while. He's refusing to come out of there…" he explained. Talk about a guy with anger issues, am I right?" Why is he storming away? He hit me with the damn bowl. Jackass.
"Great." I sighed. I grew tired of giving a crap at the moment and honestly was pissed at Harrison for making me remember what happened that day. Did he mean to do it? Probably not. Did he care? Probably not. Am I gonna kill him in Russian Roulette when I get the chance to? Yes I will. Although before I could let that energy go away from inside me, I noticed Riley had been acting more quiet than usual. I asked him what was up, but he was more reluctant in telling me. I had to keep bothering him to get some answer from him. He explained how much he felt his sanity was being destroyed by how much people here did not care for one another. No matter how much Riley tries to show another way, these people could not see it the way he does. All they care about is survival and money. Not much else than that. To me it should have been clear of that from the start, but Riley just didn't comprehend this harsh environment like I did. Not much gain here except financial need and the bodies of multiple men. Riley also told me about how he was really tired of Harrison. Who could blame him? I mean besides Harrison himself, but I don't blame him. Riley does not like Harrison at all. He described Harrison as "a boy who was so starved of love and compassion he turned into a scumbag with a dickhead attitude". I will admit to slightly chuckling at that one. Probably the funniest thing Riley has ever said to me. He didn't appreciate that. As much as I know, Harrison has been distant from us since then. I can't help but get cold stares from him now and then. I kept myself away from him, not like I needed him. That I wish I could say the same for Riley. Poor guy is just a people pleaser. Well, what all I have now is that apparently people from here are being pulled into another room with women. God that is such a bad idea. Knowing these guys, this could be a turn for the worst. I hope nothing like that happens, but whatever the case is, we'll have to see what happens next.