The guard slips Antoine’s lunch through the small slit at the bottom of the vault-like door. Without hesitation, he began devouring the relatively edible potatoes, and bread. He then forces down what he believes to be meat loaf before washing it down with water. The guard then remembers to close the slit, shutting away the outside world for the third time today.
Hit with the urge to curl up in the corner of the room, he lies down and begins to cry. He may have even heard the slit in the door open once or twice as he did so. Antoine then sits up, wipes his face and begins to pray. “I don’t mean to interrupt.” said the guard through a speaker. “It’s time.”
Antoine finishes his prayer by thanking God for the guard outside his cell. Whenever the guard spoke, he felt a sense of mutual respect. Whenever Antoine cried out to him, assuring that it was a set-up, he imagined the guard constantly pondering the idea. That would be much more than anyone else had done for him. Regardless of what the guard knew, Antoine believed wholeheartedly that their connection was part of God’s plan.
The guard interrupts his train of thought by raising his voice. “Now, Mr. Clinton.” The side door was unlocked, so he proceeded into the sanitary room and washed his face. The feeling of leaving that six foot by six foot area was something he longed for every day. He ponders the demeanor of the guard’s voice as he washes his face with cold water. Antoine starts to doubt his attachment to the guard. After all, it was a bit silly to believe in such an ironic relationship based off of little to no evidence.
An image of being held at gun-point enters his mind again. He remembers vividly of being forced to take possession of a pistol. Frozen there, without knowledge of what to do, he stares fearfully at the body of the store clerk. The police burst in yelling when the guard once again interrupts. “You’re done Mr. Clinton.” Antoine leaves the sanitary room and looks up at the single camera as the door shuts and locks automatically. “I didn’t do it.” He continues to stare in silence for a minute before sitting back down.
A few more minutes pass before the guard responds. “Do you have family, Mr. Clinton?” Antoine is startled. “Yes. But they’re not with me. They haven’t been for years.” The silence continues, and so does Antoine. “My parents were shot and killed by stray bullets fired during a drive-by. For a long time, I only had my brother. He left years ago. It’s because I was getting into trouble. While he worked a day job to support us, I would spend my time with criminals.” He started to think about giving the guard the wrong idea. “I may have made plenty of wrong decisions, but I would never kill a man.
Antoine sits down, feeling calm and collected. “Only my brother would believe me. He would know the truth. I may not be the best man but he knows I’m no killer.” He continues to wait for any comments from the guard, but get’s no response. Antoine expected as much. Laying back down, he falls asleep quickly.
“I believe you.” says his brother through the intercom. “And I’ll get you out.”
