Chapter 2: Chapter 2
Ezekiel's POV
Ezekiel, sat on the chair, and cupped his chin in his palm. The bags in his eyes were obvious. He looked tired from lack of sleep for days. This had affected his body, and looked thinner from sleeplessness.
During the short time, his hair had overgrown and now reached shoulder length. Hair untidy, he had not kept it for over a week.
As they showed him into the interview room, he hated it, even the doctor and nurses observed. On entering, his demeanor was mostly quiet and didn't talk much. When the doctor asked him a question, it was tough for him to give a straight answer.
Unconcerned he chewed on his nails for some minutes, mumbled incoherent words in Chinese, and toyed with his shirt.
Other days he wouldn't even say anything, depending on how the question was asked. Difficult questions bored him to a point of silence.
Since he had issues with sleep, his chances of heart attacks had increased and would go blank or fainted without warning. Sometimes he would stare at the ceiling until, somebody half dragged him out to his ward.
Patient 225 no longer knew where he was. Tight on his wrist; he would hold onto his wristband, spelling his name out, "E-Z-E-K-I-E-L.
It was so, ever since the police found us and brought us here. How long? Two weeks? No, it was impossible to remember! I knew not how long. In this place, you only had a bed at the corner of the room, a toilet and the bathroom, and no sharp objects on the wall above my bed.
Ezekiel used his fingers to peel the wall, his friends' names he wrote. My sister's name came first; then my girlfriend's name came second, followed by my best friend's name. He didn't really get along with Ruth that was what he thought; yet he wrote her name.
I didn't usually sleep well; it disturbed my sleep when i woke up countless times to catch my breath when sleeping.
Unusual he woke up to pee more than five times at night, the doctor attributed his condition to be suffering from sleep apnea. One of the reasons they gave as the cause of his blank out, and the cause why he sometimes forgot what to say, as it took time for his brain and body to adjust to normal.
Who knows? Maybe he slept whilst he opened his eyes wide.
Foolish doctors and the damn drugs they often gave me. They would say, open your mouth, watch you swallow the drug before they let you leave.
That silly lady of a nurse would pat his back after he had taken his drugs and the food given to him. He hated it here, but they wouldn't let him leave, neither would they let anybody leave.
Today he caught a glimpse of Danni, whilst she came out of the interview room. Tongue-tied he could not say anything to her, but they locked eyes for some seconds and then she disappeared. She's the reason why they were here, the reason we had defects, the reason our lives were in shambles, but he loved her. Again he hoped Louie would forgive her. She could have died, but Stacie took the bullet for her instead, may her soul rest in peace.
On the bed he laid down, looking up to the ceiling like he always did, till sleep comes and makes him more miserable than he was.