In the dead. of the night those still alive stay inside. my screen glows bright and music blazes wounding the darkness, my sight and my hearing the light calls those barely alive doing as they're told, living contrived.
"Do you know how it feels to be outcast. Do you know how it feel, pig?" The cop says nothing opting to keep his eyes on the rode. The boy closes his eyes and leans his head back. The kid seated in the back says more. "It feels great! I'm free. right up until you assholes busted done my door. Demanding my life, and if clearing my files to be yours? Do you know how that feels copper?" The car stops abruptly at the jail, an imposing site if ever there was to be one. Horrible As It seems. My life of freedom is not more. My life of freedom is not more. Incarceration is coming for me.
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Book of Nightcore
القصة القصيرةshort stories about the people who listen to Nightcore
