“Come at me, Lexington!”
I reach the end of the row, stepping inside the last cell. Our cell. My chin tips as I look around at these walls of crumbling concrete that hold every memory that brought us to right now.
“Heads up. You’ve got a new roomie…”
I grip the bar of our bunk bed.
“I’m Lexington, or Lex. But everyone in here calls me Luthor.”
“Crazy how it feels like it’s been years, right?” Luthor murmurs, stepping inside the cell with me. “Since we were last in here…”
“Yea,” I hum. Just hearing and seeing andrememberingso much of our history.
“Days of our Guantanamo lives.”
“You’re stuck in here, just like we all are!”
“You’re really going to leave everything behind… for me?”
“I have nothing that I want as much as I want you.”
“You’re my best friend, Luthor.”
“Found it!” Kang hollers.
Luthor smiles, patting me on the shoulder. “Still not trying to cop a feel,” he teases, and winks.
I laugh as we wander back out. Up the row, and out of the cellblock. Through the other side, we go through general population this time, past the showers, filing into the caf one last time.
I like having a glimpse inside his damaged mind…
“Wow… I didn’t think it was possible for this room to suck even more than it did,” Byron huffs.
“I don’t even know who I am or what’s happening and it’s your fucking fault!”
“You’ll be alright, Dash. You know who you are.”
“I met you guys right here,” I mumble to Byron and Ren, pointing at our table.
“And we didn’t tell you the cheese in your sandwich was moldy right… here,” Luthor giggles.
I walk over to the table, running my fingers along the grimy surface. “And this is where I saw you for he first time, Darcey.” I grin at Felix, who lights up.
“Don’t forget me! Please…”
“You’re welcome, Dash. Don’t forget us.”
“Kemper, don’t… forget…”
I take a seat at the table, and the guys sit down with me. The five of us, just sitting in silence at our table. And suddenly, I can hear the noise, as if the room is full once more.
Inmates talking, eating, laughing, and fighting. Guards shouting at us for thetwo-minute warning.
Loud memories replace the quiet while we sit, for the last time. No longer prisoners, no longer shackled to this building, this island, tohim.
We’re free, from all of it.
This is… the end.
