Writing prompt 2# Here I am!!

@BlaiseAce

Here I am! *again* (⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡) 

Yeah, I know, it's a stupid thing to think about, but I have a lot of free time. I was trying to put my thoughts in order before setting foot in the building and walking through that door, it was difficult for me to be present in reality,especially in that moment that would be the most important of my life, I had made a decision that I would no longer be in that house full of lies and grudges kept inside 

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I'm thinking too fast, but I also know that I can't go on like this.

I already like this one better than the other piece I did last time. I wonder if I'll get better at writing these mini stories each time?

@BlaiseAce 'Yeah, I know, it's a stupid thing to think about, but I have a lot of free time.'

I stare down at my half eaten breakfast on the floor of my cell in the solitary confinement block. I’ve been in here for 47 days and no one will tell me when I might get out. I need to keep my mind busy or I’ll go nuts. I’ve already planned and replanned my escape for 7 years so I can’t think about that even one more time. So I decide on my mission. My mission after I escape. So what’s my mission? It’s got to be something for good, something redeeming. I ponder and can’t think of anything that makes sense. It seems like hours go by and my mind is a blank. I start to fall asleep.

I sneeze and it wakes me up again. Suddenly filled with ideas. With my hacking skills I’ll change the map of the earth’s globe. The map used in satellite communications and missile guidance systems. Essentially I’ll make the diameter of the earth map larger. Large enough that it appears that each country sits on top of the satellites. Second I’ll tether all nukes of a country together so that if a country launches one it will launch all of their nukes together. When WW III happens all the nukes will explode in space and it will create enough chaos and space debris to do several things. First it will destroy all the satellites. Second it will create so much debris mankind won’t ever be able to safely launch anything out of earth’s orbit. Goodbye Starlink, goodbye mars missions, and goodbye to Elon Musk’s wealth. It’s my revenge against Musk for putting me in prison. But revenge isn’t redemption and I want to make sure all of the nukes on the planet get destroyed. I’m hitting a wall, I can ensure most nukes get destroyed but of course not every country will launch their weapons. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t find the answer. An obsessive deranged panic sets in. Where am I? Who am I? Am I even a hacker? Is any of this real? I sit staring at my half eaten breakfast on the cold concrete cell floor. I’m thinking too fast.

"Yeah, I know, it's a stupid thing to think about, but I have a lot of free time."

Ellen blinked at me over her Panda Express, something close to genuine concern crossing her face for the first time since I had picked her up that morning- but, it was quickly chased away by a laugh and another shoveling of fried rice into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed before wagging her fork at me.

"OF COURSE you would try to pierce your ears. You were probably also summoning spirits in your bedroom too, huh?"

The mall food court bustled around us with teens and families and I sipped on my bubble tea to stall- to maybe drown the despair that had burst in my chest. I wanted Ellen to frown. I desperately wanted those painted lips to pull down. But, now, my single half-speared ear was throbbing with embarrassment.

So, I smiled back.

"Of course! Why would I let Friday the 13th go to waste when I've got a homemade Ouija board? I climbed onto the roof to see the moon better too."

"WHAT?!"

My eyes twinkled as I leaned in across the table and I saw how she saw me- not so much a person, but an interesting anomaly. I was a mad scientist. A genius. A tortured artist destined for greatness. 

And yet, I could see my reflection in one of the storefront's shiny displays: just a skinny guy in a hoodie who probably needed to take a shower.

"Yup. It just called to me, so I went with it. Don't you ever have the impulse to climb onto your roof?"

Ellen chuckled and shook her head. Because of course she hadn't. But, I swore, just for a moment, I saw those perfectly darkened lashes flutter over eyes darting to the side and maybe, just maybe, this time I had gotten to her and she would reach across the table and grab my hand and it would be so warm and her expression so real and tender as she asked what was wrong and my heart would thunder as I squeezed back and refused to let go and looked her in the eyes and told her that I just wanted to try something, so would she let me? Would she let me come closer and closer to her warmth until we-

I was thinking too fast. 

I like that better than my last one! It came to me a lot easier and I feel like I could definitely continue this one. I bet you will get better at writing these mini stories if you keep writing them, Ace! And thank you of course for posting and sharing this writing opportunity so that others can join in, I know I definitely appreciate it.