[ WP ] Young Jonathan has been locked in his room for two years . Arguments through the walls and scraps left by random men connected him to the outside world . After an evening of screaming and ungodly noises last week , it has been quiet . A cookie has been slid under his door each morning since .

[ Contains violence ] 
 
 
 For Jonathan, the room was his entire world. It was all he could remember and all he could fathom. He had been in this room for as far as he could remember. He knew his name was Jonathan. The letters on the table told him that word. Since no one in the room lay claim to that title Jonathan saw little use in letting it go to waste. 
 The room was pitch black with a single light bulb over the table being the only source of light. On the table was a fish bowl. And in the fish bowl was his friend. He called the fish ‘ fish ’. The table didn ’ t have a name for his friend. 
 Jonathan knew fish would die without the water in his bowl, though he didn ’ t have the faintest idea as to how he knew this fact. 
 Jonathan had explored the edges of his universe. The edges were course to the touch and quite cold.One spot on the edge was colder than most, it felt metallic. The walls spoke to him sometimes. They told him that one day he ’ ll be free but what does freedom mean? 
 He asked fish but the fish as always didn ’ t deign to share his opinion. 
 Jonathan never felt hungry though he did feel cold. Sometimes when the cold became too much to bear he would sleep. Jonathan used to dream the same dream. A woman., a pretty woman. Her name was Mary. She was beautiful. However something about her filled him with revulsion.He would chase her.She ’ d run and she ’ d run but to no avail.He ’ d corner her at the edge of the room pin her down to to the ground.She would scream but there was not a soul who would listen. He ’ d punch her over and over until the screaming stopped and his fists were bathed in red. Revulsion would then give way to bitter inconsolable sadness and then he would wake up. 
 Speaking to fish always helped him get over these depressions. Fish despite his flaws was a very good listener. 
 Today however was different. He felt something he had never felt before. He felt a beast at the pit of his stomach.It clawed against the edges demanding tribute. He was hungry, ravenous.The walls spoke 
 “ Its time Jonathan ” 
 “ Hungry…Sooo hungry ” Jonathan screamed back. 
 “ Eat the fish ” 
 “ But…but he is my friend ” 
 “ And he is delicious ” 
 Jonathan staggered towards the fish bowl.The light bulb was swinging like a pendulum. 
 “ I ’ m…soo.sorry ” 
 Fish just stared, silent as always. He put both hands on the bowl and gulped the water down. He felt fish struggle trying to escape. He bit down on his only friend. 
 He heard a creak and the entire room was bathed in white. 

