You can read the first 5 parts of The Brig HERE
Why would he lock me in here? Does he know that I don’t trust him? Is he suspicious? One thing I’m sure about. I can’t trust him anymore. He’s evil. He’s locked me in here, for no reason. I can’t let him know that I’m on to him. He’s gone, so didn’t hear me try and open the door. Pretend I’ve gone to the toilet. Flush the chain and wash my hands. When he opens the door, I’ll act like I know nothing.
Flush. Taps on. Wash. Taps off. Door. Open. Abe is outside, leaning against the opposite wall, smiling.
“Don’t know if you noticed or not, but I had to lock the door. We were taking the body passed and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t see it. Not a pretty sight.”
Did he know? Was this the truth? Am I just being paranoid?
“Thanks. I appreciate it. What are you going to do to the body?”
I had to move the subject away from the locked door. I can’t be sure about anything, and don’t want him asking if I knew.
“One of the guys said we should just throw it overboard. I’m not going to lie, that would be the easy way, but it wouldn’t be fair. That man has a family and they deserve the body.”
“That’s right. It’s the right thing to do.”
“Yes. It is. We’ve moved the body down to the bottom floor. It’s always cold down there.”
“That’s good. Is the doctor available?”
“I’m sorry, but no he isn’t. He’s assured me that if you’re walking around then you are okay. There are a lot of people in pain on board and we need to make sure they are alright. You’ll be seen in the morning. How is your head? If it is really bad, we can go see him. I don’t want you to be in pain.”
To be honest, my head isn’t in any pain at all, should I be worried about that?
“It seems to be alright now. I think I just need to lie down.”
He leads me back to my room, makes sure I’m alright and then leaves me there, laying on the bed. Should I just trust him. He hasn’t done anything to hurt me. It’s not like he hasn’t had the chance. There is just something about him that makes me want to run. I pull myself up. No pain in my head at all. Is that weird? Am I dreaming this? I go to pinch myself, but stop. No that’s just stupid. I’m not in a TV show, I’m not dreaming. I know how that feels.
The door is unlocked. I walk out into the corridor, look left and right. Nothing. I go back to the room where I saw the body earlier. It’s gone, so his story works out. He didn’t lock me in the room either. I walk back round and go to the hatch like door. Using both hands, I turn it.
After the next part, which will be uploaded on Tuesday, I’m going to be taking a short break. I need to get on with my assignments for uni. I’m further ahead on these ones than I have been at any point during my education. I’ve finished Fiction. Over halfway done on Creative Reading and Writing. About half way through Dissertation (That’s my main focus. Should be finished by end of next week). Romanticism is an exam, so that should be alright. Victorian Wonders is a presentation and essay. I haven’t started on either but it should go alright. The end is in sight.
Thanks for reading,