[ TT ] One day , the whole world changed . Humans now need love and affection the same way they need food . Anyone who is not loved enough wastes away until they eventually starve , as the much loved grow fatter and fatter .

The bulb above had long since gone out, withering away until he was left in nature's greatest weapon. At that point, he could n't remember if the floor was grey, or dingy white. Truly, though, at that point he was sure it was filthy. It was difficult to keep all the food on his tray, or use the toilet properly, when they refused to fix his light. 
 
 Corridor C was known for being dark as a whole. It held no windows, and it seemed that they had cut some costs by putting in as few bulbs as possible. When one went out, that was simply it. His cell was the second that year to go dark. He had only been in for several months at that point, but he could n't imagine what another month of solitary would do. He would be dust, truly. His bones already creaked with every step, there was far too little meat to hold them together at that point. The officer in charge of his Corridor was quite the porker, on the other hand. He had gotten his wedding band expanded recently, soon after the birth if his second child. He, Officer Fredericks, would have to purchase a new one, when the child was able to speak and such. It would be sooner if he got the puppy his wife desperately wanted. 
 
 A frown pulled at cracked lips. He could n't imagine how big the wife had grown. Four children, and a possible second dog? She would be huge with love and contentment for her family. He? He, had no one. No one would love a man who simply could n't stay out of prison. A man who could n't live on the outside. He had done so many crimes to simply be returned back to cell 24, he was sure it was simply known as Nel's cell in the other corridor's by now. 
 
 And that is what it truly was. Nel's cell. It would also be the location of the prison's greatest suicide. They always say that if you bring death to yourself you wo n't get into heaven. How much do the rules change when the state brings death to you? 
 
 A rigid hand brushed across protruding bones. 
 He would soon find out.
