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Intention can sometimes be felt, before it can be seen.
After lunch was designated as nap time. Most everyone took advantage of this, it was viewed as another hour we could knock off our miserable lives.
I usually complied by at least staying in my room, but I saw the new guy sitting in the day room so I quietly joined him.
The day room was actually attractive. One wall held an encased, five foot long aquarium, and another had a large television mounted near the ceiling. Carpet covered the floor, instead of the usual hard tile, although it was slightly odorous. Most importantly, it was light in there, and the light kept things real. Usually.
This day I could feel the new guys intention. I could feel the lightening preparing ready to strike. I could feel my stomach beginning to churn. I could feel the hair on my arms rise. I could see his intention jump into action and him struggling to keep up with it.
My scream began moments before the climax, but was instantly loss to chaos.
"Nooooooooo" I screamed as he began to rise. It seemed like only a nano second had passed before he had one of the chairs over his head and had smashed it through the fish tank! Slow motion ruled as gallons of water, and soon to be dead fish joined me in the day room.
You can imagine the struggle of placing this man, this new guy with super human strength, in restraints.
I sat, watching the mouth of a beautiful fish open and close. Watching it struggle, feeling its pain.
Behind me I heard, grunts, screams, flesh hitting flesh, keys clanking against each other, and calls for backup.
It would be two days before I saw the new guy again....actually I never saw that guy again...they had replaced him. This new guy could barely walk and didn't have the strength to hold a cigarette without dropping it.
I was sad that the fish had died, but I was sadder that the new guy had to "die" too.
