The Forgotten Inmate.

In the land of Ireland off the coast of Cork, an island called Spike Island held a prison holding a variety of disgusting inmates from mass murders to downright insanity, this prison held somewhat over 1200 inmates and only a half dozen was in solitary confinement known to all as the forgotten inmates not because they were forgotten but it's that you wanted to forget them.

A Doctor walks through the halls and the grey brick walls of the building, passing the screaming inmates telling him horrendous things, his eyes glazed over with him fed up hearing them all, as his last legs were close upon him.

This man in his mid-thirties, the top of his head bald, while the sides barely clinging on to hair, with a patchy goatee, rounded glasses that he constantly pulls up on his face, he wears a doctor's outfit like every doctor on the island.

He walks to the doors of the lower floors of the building, where these Forgotten inmates, people if you would call them that reside, at the top of the stairs a guard stood asking the doctor for his card which the doctor did.

The guard said, “oh sorry doctor, the equipment is setup down there for you, there are two guards waiting down there also, if things get out of hand.”

The doctor smiles at the guard, passing him down to the bottom floor, where two guards stood at the furthest door, six cells where before that, he walks at the opposite side of the wall as he did many times before.

The first cell was empty as it was the person he was to meet, the second held an old fat man just sitting in a chair only looking at him, the second one was thankfully sleeping in his bed, the third a woman snapping to look at the doctor she being in a straitjacket she said “hello there gorgeous, you want to see me naked?”

Ignoring that he doesn't look at any of them directly as it might set them off, the fourth one a person sitting in the corner rocking back and forth, the fifth person was another woman and once she seen the doctor, she covered her face running to the corner hunching over, the last cell was in darkness all you could see was eyes just staring at him, each encounter unnerved the doctor as he knew their crimes, but this person that he has to speak to is new to this facility, so, it felt slightly more unnerving than the people locked up.

He finally gets to the door where the guards stood either side of it, but before the doctor walked in, he forcefully smiles as one of the guard's hands him the analyses folder on the person inside, what he could hear was chains rattling and slight murmuring, he puts the folder to his chest waiting for a minute just smiling as he was trying to do two things put his nerves at ease and try and look not threatening, he opens the door then after that minute was up seeing an ordinary looking man.

He didn’t know what to expect, but not this, a single man rocking back and forth, the chains on his wrist were connected to the floor, staying quiet as the doctor walked in like there's nothing wrong with him.

The man was bald completely and tattooed to the eyeballs, he wore the same uniform as the rest of the inmates, no hair on his face whatsoever, his eyes closed like he was blind and when he did open his eyes, they looked foggy. His every move was like he lived in fear.

The doctor composes himself; he gets to the table that was in front of the man, he then places the folder next to a voice recorder. The doctor fixes the recorder winding back the records then starts the recorder for the interview slash interrogation.

The doctor speaks all the while the man stays quiet just staring at him with his grey diluted eyes “Alright, today is June 1, 1935, twelve pm and the doctor speaking is Arthur Boyle, and the patient is... Gareth O'Donnell 25 and his symptoms seem to be, Dissociation and Theophobia, a fear of God...”

Once he mentioned God, Gareth asked speaking to the end of his breath constantly “why won't you let me die?”

Arthur interrupts “Gareth you are ill, and no one what's you to kill yourself, why do you want to kill yourself anyway?”

Sighing Gareth says, “because we are not real, because this world isn't what it seems.”

In a calming voice Arthur says “it's ok Gareth relax, I'm not here to upset you...”

Gareth jumps in “who says I'm upset; I just want to kill myself to get out of this world, the one that’s written up for everyone!”

“I don’t get what you mean?” Arthur asks.

“That, exactly that, that’s exactly what I'm talking about, everything you think of he or she has thought of!” he says rather frantically.

Again, Arthur asks curiously “what, hold on who are you on about?”

Shouting he says “God!”

Again, Arthur says “but we don’t know what God looks like?”

Gareth smiles as in his own mined he proven it “and that’s exactly what he or she wants you to think, alright, alright think of it this way, a book, a book has its own world, characters and plot and guess who God is?”

Confused Arthur plays along “I don’t know who?”

Gareth smiles harder “the Author, the creator of the piece of writing.”

Nodding his head Arthur responds, “interesting way of thinking, but everyone has their own way of thinking of God.”

“Everyone can have their own opinions, but it doesn't mean there right.” Gareth says confidently.

He continues “I can prove it once you die this story will end.”

Sighing Arthur clearly was fed up, so he concluded the tape “this is Arthur Boyle, and the time is one fifteen pm and the patient’s name is Gareth O’Donnell.”

Clicking the recorder to turn it off, he gets up shouting on the guards to take him back to the cell, which the two guards did they came in and unchanged the ground latches, but kept him in close quarters they walk him out to his cell, while Arthur sat back down trying to calm himself as dealing with crazies in his mind was draining.

He rewinds the tape to listen to it all over again, then he writes down more in the information part of the patient, which it read; (doctors notes, he is not insane, well to what people class as insane, but he is delusional he does have Theophobia he believes that this world is a piece of writing, which is odd, he believes it wholeheartedly like it somehow is, I don’t get it.)

He finishes writing and walks to the door, his head still down in the dumps, knocking on it and one guard opens it up, Arthur's face emotionless and his eyes glazed over with sadness, with Arthur walking out and guided by the guard all the way to the other side, passing each cell with the same outcome each prisoner quiet just watching him, besides Gareth.

He said, “you know it to be true.”

Passing by that ignoring it, he gets to the top of the stairs going to the main building, outside he takes a deep breath as somehow paranoia set in with a large amount of fear, he continues to walk to the main building as it grew and grew and the reason he did not know.

Where he hands in the paper to the head Doctor, with the head doctor not saying a word waving him off, which made him even sadder than he was in the beginning of the day, as it is the worst day of his life, he walks out the door walking down the hall in silence, with his mood worsening, unbeknownst to anyone.

Walking passed cells with inmates shouting the worst things possible, Arthur's heart sunk even further, his heart and mind going through the things no one should, he thinks while he walks “if nothing happens between here and the roof, I'll do it.”

He walks and walks and walks contemplating either to jump or drown as he couldn’t swim, but he decided to go up the building. Getting to the top of the building not meeting anyone, a tear falls from his face, so he walks to the far corner of the building at the furthest part of the island where it held only storage items.

Up top of the building he stood there three steps away from the edge, the wind hit his face as if jack frost just decked him, he stays silent takes one step forward rethinking on what Gareth said.

Was it true that this world is only written from a piece of someone's mind, if it is, does that mean that there world too could be a fiction, another famed book written by "God".

He takes another step forward, breathing heavily with his eyes closed taking a deep breath, his heart racing faster, but still, his emotional state was at rock bottom, opening his eyes he takes another step, dangling his right foot off over the edge, pausing for just a moment as his instincts told him no, but his mind was made up already.

However, back in the cells Gareth sat up at the edge of his bed, with his head looking down at the ground, moments pass then he looks up to the ceiling smiling.

Getting up hitting against the bars trying to get the attention of anyone like the guards or doctors, but as soon as he does the others that where locked up did the same, each patient starts banging on the bars also, this got the attention on one guard that was up the stairs, the guard ran down them shouting “quiet everyone!”

Everyone did as the guard told them too, he walks up to Gareth angrily saying, “I'm guessing this was you, what is it?”

Gareth says, “it's Arthur, find him, he’s in danger.”

Smiling, Gareth sits back on his bed as the guard walks off to find someone to find Arthur, which he did. He asked one of the nurses passing to find him, but no one truly took it seriously, as to everyone he looked the same as ever, smiling, jolly with nothing looking out of the ordinary.

But on the roof Arthur stood leaning over, then he fell and only for a second, but to Arthur it felt like an eternity, but all you could hear from the top where he jumped was a thud. Six hours passed and blood flooded around Arthur, within those six hours he was found by another person searching for him.