He slams me onto the shower floor, "You little bitch really thought the guards would help you? Hell they dragged you in here!" Carlos one of the main gang leaders in this hell hole we call a prison snarls at me "Know I'll teach you a fucking lesson bro!" I start to shake when he turns the cold water on but i know better than to move. He kicks me square in the ribs "You like that bitch!? You like that!?!" I curl into a ball and start to tear up but refuse to cry, he continuously beats me until I'm bloody and broken. He Crouch's next to me and whispers in my ear "Next time you pull some dumb shit like that you'll wish you were dead...Got it!?" I nod quickly sniffling, Carlos runs a hand though my hair and gets up and walks out nodding to the two guards that were keeping watch at the door.
You've probably heard storys of prisons and shit but have you ever heard from the mouth of the lowest of the low? No I'm one of the only white men in this mexican prison and I am the lowest of the low here. The guys use me and beat if I look at them wrong this is my story I can't guarantee a happy ending cause you never know bro, but I can garantee...I will try to survive.
I am Jake Green, nineteen year old boy, green eyes and blond shaggy hair first thing I was told walking through those gates was "Here comes the prison bait!" So here I am fighting to survive. I'm small only 5,7 and I will do anything to get out of here alive.
Welcome to my hell.
