Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24859608-20140513143024

Personally, I understand the tired idea of it, but I actually liked this one, even if it's clche. I tried to make it with my own original concept, and I think I may be able to fix the ending up, but I actually felt that little feeling when I read this over.

The Hole



Solitary confinement is one punishment, that I do not want to experience. Also known as the hole, solitary confinement isolates someone from all human interaction. They get no bed, they get no light, they just get food and a toilet. The food is given to them through a slip under the door, and the person can't see who gave it to them.



People are known to go insane from such an experience, it's hard to sleep, you get no social interaction, the only thing that keeps you alive is the food and water that is there. Some common effects people noted was hallucinations, sickness, and red eyes from lack of sleep. If someone...I take that back, no person would ever be the same after coming out of the hole. They're opinion on the world around them would have to change, people just don't recover from such an experience.

After looking at the facts, I believe solitary confinement is by far the harshest of all punishments. I believe this because what effects you in your mind, is a lot more painful then what hurts your skin.



I never knew anyone who got sent in the hole, until my dad did time for man slaughter. He was drunk and drove home, crashing into a car, where it killed one teenage girl. He, being the honest man he was, pleaded guilty. Since he pleaded guilty, he was sentenced to no less than 25 years and no more than 30 years. I was 18 at the time, and I didn't really need his support. I had a nice side job, and a scholarship to Duke, even my own apartment. However, he was really close to me, and I missed him.



A year had went by, and my dad did the wrong thing. He made a racist remark, and an African American guard, overheard it. He hit him once with the baton, and then sentenced him to one week in solitary confinement. I will never forgive that officer.



Around that time, conspiracy theories of supernatural and other worldly dimensions, were getting a lot of news. This is because more and more people kept dying in the hole, and all of them had the same wounds on the same places. Although I feared and worried for my dad's life, I was in denial that those things consisted. So call me paranoid, cause it was true.



After one week, they realeased my dad from Solitary Confinement. They found a journal laying in his hand, with his body laying on the ground. He did not have a pulse and was presumed dead. His wounds, like the many others, where in the exact same places. It was gruesome watching it on TV, but it made me throw up when I saw him in his casket. I can barely explain what the wounds looked like without feeling sick.



There's a huge hole right on their chest, where the blood is as still as it can be. They face severe hemorrhaging and have dried up blood that looked as if it came from there mouth, they're eyes, they're ears. It was quite a weird sight, but I thought that maybe Ebola had found it's way to North America, but that hole in the heart made me think otherwise.

One night, after the funeral, I got a knock door. I opened it up to find the Warden standing in my front doorway. We thought it was going to be trouble, but he was just there to make sure we were doing okay, and that he apologizes for the loss in his prison. I thanked him, and told him it wasn't his fault. He insisted that it was, and that he must pay his respects, and he then turned around and walked to his car. I thought that was it, but then he knocked on the door again. I opened it, and he hands me the journal that they found in my dad's hand. “Your dad wanted you to have it, he posted a sticky note on it, saying so” he said. He then walked away and drove off, and I laid down, to notice that there was sticky note left over the back cover of it. I opened it, to find it completely empty except for 8 pages. However, really they're was seven. The first page was just his name.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">He was talking to me, like he wanted me to know something. So I read along, and when I was finished, I regret ever doing so. I felt horrified, like I was just a defenseless child who watched that horror movie. I decided I must share this with you, because maybe they will but an end to the hole. Maybe, the people don't have to suffer the way my dad did. Now, I will read you everything he wrote, and I suggest you skim through it, because I couldn't sleep the night I read it.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">I went to page one. He explains why he got sent into the hole. He told me he hated it from minute one.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">“I hate it here, I have been in here for no more than 2 hours, and it's dreadful. It is inhumane. I am hoping I can just sleep it out. However, there is no bed, just a dirty floor, and a disgusting toilet that is clogged. The room is about the size of an average closet, surrounded by some of the toughest locks to open. They're isn't a window, or anything, and I can't see a thing. The floor is riddled with bugs, and even a rat, who I am sure has more diseases than we do, I hope to god I make it a week through this awful punishment”

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">On page 2, things started to get strange, he hadn't slept in a day, and his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. This part is where I know something is off, it was only 36 hours at maximum, he was already talking funny. I don't want to describe how he saw things on day 2, but I will let you know that it said specifically.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">“Well, my eyes had gotten so red I can see everything in here, a lot clearer than I could yesterday. I am really lonely you know, no one says a word to me, the only person who comes by is a guard, and that's only to slip a thing of food slop. He doesn't open the door. Just opens a little top slip, to show blinding lights, and his eyes. Then opens a slip on the ground and slides in a bowl of prisons tastiest crap. It is kind of funny actually, and when he came back for dinner, I just could not stop laughing, even the slightest things made me laugh. As a matter of fact, I am laughing now, and I don't know why”

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">The third page, I really got scared. He talked about beings that I can only guess to be part of his hallucinations. He still wanted to laugh, but he was terrified by these things. Please, read this.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">“I am starting to like it here. Of course, the sleeveless convict comes and looks at me every now and then. He will be standing behind me, and you can see his hemorrhages, and his eyes, even when you are not looking at him. The premise gets in your mind. I see a few other people also, a silhouette of a teenage boy, he likes to toss a little bouncy ball, but I can never find it. Even with my eyes adjusted to the dark. I have chills from time to time, like I am going to be hurt or frightened, it gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. I wanted to laugh, so hard, but those things just didn't make me smile, I like them, but they ruin my laugh.”

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">The fourth page, he started hearing this things now. They told him secrets about people, including me, that I am know for a fact no one knew. No one knew except one person, and that person died soon after. They told him to do things that only someone who was crazy

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">“I know that you made your mom OD, by mixing high dosages of strong pills into a drink you made for her, but don't worry your secrets safe with us. I found out today from one of my friends, but I have made so many, and they all love me a lot. We do things together, we paint our names on the walls, with cool red paint. It feels weird. I am really tired, but I can't go to sleep, but then my friends wont like me anymore, so I can wait a week”

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">My dad kind of regained his senses, or as he wrote on the fifth page. He realized that these things were frightening...

<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">“I have had enough with my friends, so I am falling asleep. I am not safe to society, and I need to close my eyes, they are evil and mean, they don't want to do anything with me. They are really ugly and scary, and I am actually more frightened by them, then amazed by them. So when the last night comes, I will sleep for once, and then I won't have to feel the guilt because I will be out of the hole.”

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">My dad didn't write much on the sixth page, the only thing he wrote was.. “I am going to die, I know it, my old friend told me, and it knows everything. They are going to kill me, I need to make them go away by tomorrow, or they will kill me.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">The seventh, and final page was the most horrendous, the night before he fell asleep.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">“As I was about to drift off, a tall shadow, with his face evil. He had eyes red, and blood everywhere. I was scared, I knew it was my time, but I didn't want to go to hell, and I didn't have time to repent. I don't even know how I managed to find the time to write this, but I don't think I will be able to finish it.... The figure told me 'You are in good hands', I heard that's gods way of taking you to heaven, but I should feel warmth and comfort. Instead I feel dread, terror, and lifeless. Why would this happen to m...”

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom:0in;line-height:0.23in;background-position:initialinitial;background-repeat:initialinitial;">I am sorry, but I can not make you stop doing this punishment, but I can suggest it. It's inhumane, and people are being died from insanity, or paranormal. However, if you don't listen to me, then I can't complain. Just know I hope your in “Good Hands,”. <ac_metadata title="Review Request: The Hole"> </ac_metadata>