Locked up

"Keep a close eye on him, he is prone to try and take his life..."

Jax was grief stricken as he sat in the cold, empty room of the cell, head in his hands as he sat upon the steel bed. There was only a blanket, a pillow, and a very thin cotton coating to the bed itself to keep him comfy. But he didn't want to sleep. He wanted to stay awake forever and enthrall himself into the chaos of his mind.

How did it end up like this, really? He had taken a couple of lives, that much was certain. But no... No. It was Jade. Jade had done this to him. He was locked away because of Jade. It was all his fault.

They had made a deal in the past that Jax wasn't aware of, signing his life away that if he did anything to upset Jade, or go against him, that Jade would out him to the police and have him locked up. Did he know that? No, he hadn't. He had just signed the contract with haste, wanting to just get someone killed. So maybe now it was three lives on his head.

The man from the one night stand. The girl he had knocked up. Her...

He hadn't meant to kill the first and last, but the second... He just wanted her gone for what she had done to him. She had forced him to know about their spawnling, and he hated her for that. But he hadn't killed her himself. No. It was Jade's fault. But now he got the blame...

"Jason Reitze. What a surprise."

He didn't even look up. He knew that voice. A woman he had once saved while working. They had become 'friends' and even fucked a few times, but now wasn't the time to even acknolwedge her. He just didn't want to see anybody, nevermind someone he had helped and then taken advantage of. He was sure she was glad to see him locked up. After all, their first time wasn't so... fun for her. Blood had been shed, she had cried and begged him to stop. But he didn't give in until he had his fun.

"Jason. Or is it Jax?"

He didn't reply.

"Whatever. I don't care for your name now you piece of shit. After all you did to me, I'm glad to see you finally in here. You deserve it."

Little did he know she worked in the cells as a police officer. That, he thought, was rather ironic. She had slept with him more than once, even though it was all his doing, but still... She seemed to enjoy some of it. At least he thought so anyway.

"I'm here to supervise you."

He ignored her still, face still buried in his hands.

"We've been told you're unstable, that you've attempted on your own life before. How funny is that? Such a cocky man, now reduced to nothing. I do hope you suffer in your time here. You are, after all, quite the crazy one."

Crazy.

Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

He twitched heavily at the word as it repeated around his head.

He spoke into his hands, voice growing louder with each word he said. "I. Am. Not. CRAZY!" he finally yelled, looking up at her with fury in his eyes. He was angry as ever and stood up, lashing out at the woman. In return to his attack, wrapping his hands around her throat and squeezing as hard as he could, she called out for help and it was only seconds later that several people appeared and pulled him off her, restraining him to the wall.

"I AM NOT CRAZY!" he shrieked again, thrashing and writhing in the people's hold. He kicked, he tried to punch, but eventually he was held to the floor as they wrestled him down, one person holding his arms, another his chest, the last his knees.

"I see you are crazy." the woman coughed, half leaning against the wall to regain her own strength and breath, rubbing her neck. "As crazy as ever, I do believe. Now, I suggest you calm yourself and think about a lawyer."

A lawyer...

No. He didn't have one and nobody would dare fend for him after Jade no doubt spread malicious words around about him. He would have nobody. Nobody at all. He would have to defend himself alone. Jade certainly wouldn't help him. After all, he was the one to send him to this forsaken place.

Eventually he stopped moving and turned blank, body still, breathing calm. The few officers waited a few moments before releasing their hold and backing away. Jax just lay there, staring at the ceiling as they left the cell, leaving the woman and him alone again.

"I will fuck you, then I will kill you." he laughed loudly, rolling onto his side until he faced away from the woman.

"Didn't you try that last time?" she quipped. No, it wasn't true he had tried to kill her, but she was enjoying messing with him all the same. What could actually happen if he got angry again anyway? He would just end up restrained once more. Nothing to worry about.

But then she heard an odd sound as she looked at him.

"I NEED ASSISTANCE!" she cried as she noticed what Jax was actually doing. While she had mused over the words out loud and kept her attention more to herself in bragging than on Jax himself, he had put his wrist to his mouth and began to bite hard. She was told of the scar tissue there, as was the reason she had to watch him, but she didn't expect him to actually try and kill himself, nevermind by biting his own wrists.

Blood pooled everywhere as he bit hard enough to break his skin and threaten the veins, but soon again the other officers came rushing in, pinning him down against his will. He cried out with hatred and revile, cursing and yelling at the top of his lungs.

"I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL! I HATE YOU ALL! I HATE JADE! I HATE JADE! I HATE JADE! JUST LET ME DIE!"

There was a pause from the woman as one of the officers held Jax's wrist to stem the bloodflow as a medic was called to the room on another officer's radio, the last aiding in holding Jax down.

"I don't think you're going to die today, Jason Reitze. I think you will have the rest of your damnable life here... So enjoy this peace while you can until you're moved to the main facility. Hell only hopes you suffer there."