Seki-Art

Ten years. Ten years I've found myself time and again staring at cold crumbling walls. Ten years of having the sun shine through small openings of my window and into this goddamn cell. But it's only been like, what, three years? Three years since I've been hearing screams of terror outside my cell. Screams of desperation, of denial, of absolute horror. They didn't believe me. And now they paid the ultimate price. I warned them of their actions. I warned them of the innocents that may suffer. I showed them every fact, every possibility, every scenario that could happen if they didn't stop. And yet, I could count with my fingers and toes how many people actually took my word for it. The jeers and insults were harmless enough. But only when those greedy bastards began to realize how vulnerable they would be if my findings were to go out to the press did they start the lies. They bought everybody out, weed out the "pests", all the works. The police came banging on my door in a