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I would love to tell you how long I have spent here, but honestly I don't know. They say its been seven years but I would say its been more than ten and I guess this is where I will remain. This is my home, except it isn't the sweet place I want it to be.
I had a family, a job. A life.
Now what have I got, a cell that I can call my own and a number.
How did I deserve all this you ask? Well its simple. A fair price for a life is that of another. So my life is spent in here while the other that they say I killed has a wooden box 6ft down to call their own.
I would expect and accept that as being fair. Except I didn't kill the person they say I did. Thats not to say I have never killed anyone. Oh I know, so don't for one minute feel pity towards me.
For the countless people who have crossed me I have put them down for good without a single thought about my actions, well that was until they put me in here. Since then I admitted to killing eleven but pleading for a re-trial to have that poor old man's name taken of my record.
Killing someone who deserved it is one thing, but attacking someone who can barely defend themselves borders on plain sick and if I could catch those responsible I would add the twelfth name to my list.
Well I have decided, enough is enough and it is now my time to leave, not in the usual hang yourself in the cell and say goodbye. That's for cowards too ashamed to live with what they have done. I myself will walk outside, go through the gate and run down the road, not to freedom but to life.
Today will be that day. You may say I am crazy or just plain odd and that's fine. Personally I would say just plain crazy, but that's normal for everyone in here.
Lunch is called and I go outside like the others do for a quick smoke, except I don't smoke. Instead I walk over to the guard, a quick conversation about how his family are keeping and if he will let me know the football results for the weekend games. I don't give him the time to think about it though, a sharp smack to the face and he's down. Getting his uniform and pass was a lot easier than I thought and a lot easier than it should be. As I said I just walk straight out the gate, like a free man. Like the guard whos uniform I wear.
Of course if life treated criminals like this the world would be a horrible place - wouldn't it. The man upstairs obviously thinks I should pay and the ringing of the alarm for me is the icing on the cake for this thought.
I havn't run for years, don't even remember how to run or if I will be able to, but I do my best. Suddenly without any warning I fall, a few seconds later I hear the bang that just confirms what my brain is trying to scream at me. The warm bullet, the warm blood running down my back. The warmth of life that I miss. All running away.
At last I hope I am free. Time to go to a new home. Time to escape from this life that I ruined.
To those who know me, sorry and goodbye.
For those who don't, count yourself lucky. I've escaped.
I had a family, a job. A life.
Now what have I got, a cell that I can call my own and a number.
How did I deserve all this you ask? Well its simple. A fair price for a life is that of another. So my life is spent in here while the other that they say I killed has a wooden box 6ft down to call their own.
I would expect and accept that as being fair. Except I didn't kill the person they say I did. Thats not to say I have never killed anyone. Oh I know, so don't for one minute feel pity towards me.
For the countless people who have crossed me I have put them down for good without a single thought about my actions, well that was until they put me in here. Since then I admitted to killing eleven but pleading for a re-trial to have that poor old man's name taken of my record.
Killing someone who deserved it is one thing, but attacking someone who can barely defend themselves borders on plain sick and if I could catch those responsible I would add the twelfth name to my list.
Well I have decided, enough is enough and it is now my time to leave, not in the usual hang yourself in the cell and say goodbye. That's for cowards too ashamed to live with what they have done. I myself will walk outside, go through the gate and run down the road, not to freedom but to life.
Today will be that day. You may say I am crazy or just plain odd and that's fine. Personally I would say just plain crazy, but that's normal for everyone in here.
Lunch is called and I go outside like the others do for a quick smoke, except I don't smoke. Instead I walk over to the guard, a quick conversation about how his family are keeping and if he will let me know the football results for the weekend games. I don't give him the time to think about it though, a sharp smack to the face and he's down. Getting his uniform and pass was a lot easier than I thought and a lot easier than it should be. As I said I just walk straight out the gate, like a free man. Like the guard whos uniform I wear.
Of course if life treated criminals like this the world would be a horrible place - wouldn't it. The man upstairs obviously thinks I should pay and the ringing of the alarm for me is the icing on the cake for this thought.
I havn't run for years, don't even remember how to run or if I will be able to, but I do my best. Suddenly without any warning I fall, a few seconds later I hear the bang that just confirms what my brain is trying to scream at me. The warm bullet, the warm blood running down my back. The warmth of life that I miss. All running away.
At last I hope I am free. Time to go to a new home. Time to escape from this life that I ruined.
To those who know me, sorry and goodbye.
For those who don't, count yourself lucky. I've escaped.
I like it.
That was a really good read mate, very intricate and well written :)
I would love to tell you how long I have spent here, but honestly I don't know. They say its been seven years but I would say its been more than ten and I guess this is where I will remain. This is my home, except it isn't the sweet place I want it to be.
I had a family, a job. A life.
Now what have I got, a cell that I can call my own and a number.
How did I deserve all this you ask? Well its simple. A fair price for a life is that of another. So my life is spent in here while the other that they say I killed has a wooden box 6ft down to call their own.
I would expect and accept that as being fair. Except I didn't kill the person they say I did. Thats not to say I have never killed anyone. Oh I know, so don't for one minute feel pity towards me.
For the countless people who have crossed me I have put them down for good without a single thought about my actions, well that was until they put me in here. Since then I admitted to killing eleven but pleading for a re-trial to have that poor old man's name taken of my record.
Killing someone who deserved it is one thing, but attacking someone who can barely defend themselves borders on plain sick and if I could catch those responsible I would add the twelfth name to my list.
Well I have decided, enough is enough and it is now my time to leave, not in the usual hang yourself in the cell and say goodbye. That's for cowards too ashamed to live with what they have done. I myself will walk outside, go through the gate and run down the road, not to freedom but to life.
Today will be that day. You may say I am crazy or just plain odd and that's fine. Personally I would say just plain crazy, but that's normal for everyone in here.
Lunch is called and I go outside like the others do for a quick smoke, except I don't smoke. Instead I walk over to the guard, a quick conversation about how his family are keeping and if he will let me know the football results for the weekend games. I don't give him the time to think about it though, a sharp smack to the face and he's down. Getting his uniform and pass was a lot easier than I thought and a lot easier than it should be. As I said I just walk straight out the gate, like a free man. Like the guard whos uniform I wear.
Of course if life treated criminals like this the world would be a horrible place - wouldn't it. The man upstairs obviously thinks I should pay and the ringing of the alarm for me is the icing on the cake for this thought.
I havn't run for years, don't even remember how to run or if I will be able to, but I do my best. Suddenly without any warning I fall, a few seconds later I hear the bang that just confirms what my brain is trying to scream at me. The warm bullet, the warm blood running down my back. The warmth of life that I miss. All running away.
At last I hope I am free. Time to go to a new home. Time to escape from this life that I ruined.
To those who know me, sorry and goodbye.
For those who don't, count yourself lucky. I've escaped.
I had a family, a job. A life.
Now what have I got, a cell that I can call my own and a number.
How did I deserve all this you ask? Well its simple. A fair price for a life is that of another. So my life is spent in here while the other that they say I killed has a wooden box 6ft down to call their own.
I would expect and accept that as being fair. Except I didn't kill the person they say I did. Thats not to say I have never killed anyone. Oh I know, so don't for one minute feel pity towards me.
For the countless people who have crossed me I have put them down for good without a single thought about my actions, well that was until they put me in here. Since then I admitted to killing eleven but pleading for a re-trial to have that poor old man's name taken of my record.
Killing someone who deserved it is one thing, but attacking someone who can barely defend themselves borders on plain sick and if I could catch those responsible I would add the twelfth name to my list.
Well I have decided, enough is enough and it is now my time to leave, not in the usual hang yourself in the cell and say goodbye. That's for cowards too ashamed to live with what they have done. I myself will walk outside, go through the gate and run down the road, not to freedom but to life.
Today will be that day. You may say I am crazy or just plain odd and that's fine. Personally I would say just plain crazy, but that's normal for everyone in here.
Lunch is called and I go outside like the others do for a quick smoke, except I don't smoke. Instead I walk over to the guard, a quick conversation about how his family are keeping and if he will let me know the football results for the weekend games. I don't give him the time to think about it though, a sharp smack to the face and he's down. Getting his uniform and pass was a lot easier than I thought and a lot easier than it should be. As I said I just walk straight out the gate, like a free man. Like the guard whos uniform I wear.
Of course if life treated criminals like this the world would be a horrible place - wouldn't it. The man upstairs obviously thinks I should pay and the ringing of the alarm for me is the icing on the cake for this thought.
I havn't run for years, don't even remember how to run or if I will be able to, but I do my best. Suddenly without any warning I fall, a few seconds later I hear the bang that just confirms what my brain is trying to scream at me. The warm bullet, the warm blood running down my back. The warmth of life that I miss. All running away.
At last I hope I am free. Time to go to a new home. Time to escape from this life that I ruined.
To those who know me, sorry and goodbye.
For those who don't, count yourself lucky. I've escaped.