White walls SCP x reader

The dull white walls of my cell seemed to mock my boredom, a cruel joke after three days of nothing but silence. My world had shrunk to this sterile box, a stark contrast to the chaotic freedom I'd known just a month ago.

A bitter taste filled my mouth as I remembered him, my mentor, my truest friend. He'd taught me everything, even how to be a person when my own parents couldn't bother. And I wasn't there to stop the bullet.

They wouldn't let me in, said I wasn't family. So I climbed, scaled the hospital like a shadow, slipped into his room. He was a whisper away from death, machines breathing for him. His family, already there, invited me in. He looked at me, a faint smile on his lips, and asked them to leave.

I knelt on his bed, and he took my hand, his grip weak. "Y/n… I can't walk anymore." Tears welled in his eyes, and I hugged him tight, feeling my own blur. "Please, kiddo, unplug me!" My eyes widened. "My family… I don't want to be a burden. I won't live like this! Let me die how I want to!"

He asked for his ashes to be spread from the city's highest point, and for me to sing 'Mad Hatter'. Strange, yes, but anything for him. I unplugged the machines, watched the flatline, then smashed the equipment, leaping out the window as doctors rushed in. He was smiling.

After his cremation, I broke into the morgue, stole his ashes, and climbed the tallest building. I sang, as promised, and watched his ashes scatter, carried away by the wind. But that's not the end. I was arrested for stealing ashes and illegal climbing. Jail, a fight, and now this.

Three days. Three agonizing, mind-numbing days. I spun in circles, I paced, I screamed. Now, I kick the door, a primal roar escaping my throat. Two seconds later, it bursts open. Two guards, annoyed, step in.

I stop spinning, a Cheshire grin spreading across my face. "Oh, hello gentlemen. Care to sit down and talk about why you're angry?"