The Pain Killer

“Welcome to Rocksford Prison, the highest security prison in Australia. I am James Johnson. You will call me Warden. Nothing more. Nothing less. You may thick you tough but you will quickly find out that I can be tougher. We can get along but it’s up to you how agreeable you want to be. Now follow the guards to collect you clothes.”

“Steve Hammett you’re in cell 3696, now move it”
Steve takes one step into the cell and looks around and notices the concrete toilet in one corner and along the opposite wall, a steel double bunk, one bed already having clothes on it.
“Hurry it, don’t want to miss dinner, there won’t be any midnight snacks,” says the guard, laughing at his own joke.
Hammett nods once to say I’m ready.

Hammett in awe of all the people in this prison and after looking closer he realised all the little groups the inmates are in; the Asians, Islanders, Skinheads.
After Hammett received what he thought looked like slop that he would feed a pig he picked a random table to sit down at.
He noticed a younger guy over in the far corner cracking bad jokes and acting like a complete fool talking like every word could be his last.
Hammett shook his head; hate to be stuck with that guy, he thought to himself.

Hammett left early after picking at his food; the constant babbling had annoyed him so his made his way back to the cell block for some peace and quiet. He lay down on his bunk and tried to get some sleep.

His sleep all of a sudden was shattered.
“Hey man, didn’t think I was getting a roommate just yet. The name’s Jimmy J. What about you?”
Sticking his hand out to shake Hammett’s.
Hammett stares at his hand without interest.
Jimmy J pulls his hand back.
“You don’t want to shake my hand, that cool a lot of people don’t want to shake a guy’s hand that they don’t know.”
“Shut up,“ said Hammett.
“Ok, what are you in here for anyway? All the guys talk about what they’re in here for, but we’re all innocent remember ha-ha?” he laughed sarcastically.
“Shut Up”
“What are you gay or something? Like to keep your personal life personal huh?”
“Shut the hell up before I make you” Hammett supposed that no one had talked to Jimmy J like that before because of the look on his face.
“You really want to know why I’m in here? Well, I’ll make you a deal with you. I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
“I sold some drugs, that I disguised as Panadol, to some little kid at some school, now you tell me man.”
“Murder”
“Who was it? The wife? The boss?”
“Some kid who sold my daughter drugs which she thought was Panadol and it killed her. I swore I would kill the bastard that supplied him the drugs”
A sweat broke out on Jimmy J’s forehead.

“Lights Out,” was the last thing Jimmy J heard.