The world partied with joy when the news spread that I was locked up again. All the people celebrated as if a goal got made in a soccer game. People jumped, screamed, and threw bottles up in the air. I never knew how much I got hated. But I did not care; why would they love me after all I've done? I was not put in this world to please them. I was here to please God. And deep down, I knew God loved me—that was all that mattered to me. I realized that the world was turning away from The Lord. The devil was crawling its way into peoples' lives. The people were not willing to repent from their lustful desires and sins. Everyone did what was good in their eyes—they were lost. I had a burden inside of me to do something about it. I wanted to spread the word of God to help someone.
When I entered the jail, I went through the same process as before. I went through the interviews and assessments. I had on an orange suit and was given a mattress. The officer told me that I would be in this jail for a temporary time as I waited for my trial. Meantime, the president was finding a maximum prison to send me to. Later, the officer asked me where I would want my body to get sent to just in case I died there. A document was given to me to sign. I thought to myself, and I wrote my mom's address.
As the officers walked me to my cell, I noticed that many prisoners around me needed help. This was my new world, a world of walls and sorrow. I was no longer a person but rather a number with no privacy or human rights. As I was looking around, the prisoners looked hurt, lost, confused, and hopeless. I heard them all screaming my name and insulting me. As I walked, I saw prisoners doing their gang signature handshake with each other. I noticed some of their hand greetings. Some of them were from Three Lord, ILL-Gotten, Double 0, and others from Barbaric.
As I arrived at my cell, I noticed that I was not on the first floor, and the toilet was halfway broken. I thought the toilet was gonna fall. I saw that the brick walls were old and smelly. I inspected the whole room and noticed the walls had no windows or penetrations of light. I sat on the cold hard bed, "I'm a fool; there is no respect for being in prison," I whispered. My soul cried in this box. I thought to myself how I never had a chance to live a normal life. I never got married or had kids. But I couldn't trust any woman because some of them were spies sent to cause the downfall of great men. There was one man who I shared my block with, but I was alone. I had no one to talk to and no one to share my feelings with besides Jesus. I thought about my father and how much I missed him to. I had dreams to pass over twenty-one years of age, and I did it, but I felt it was too soon to leave the Earth. I wanted to live more and do what was right. I know God gives many chances.
As I was sitting in my cell, I stared at the walls and realized that these walls talked pain and cried tears. The walls had stories to tell from prisoners who stayed in this cell. And my tale got added to the walls as well. I could not stand being inside a box and thinking about my crimes every second of every day. I felt I was going insane in here. Oh, the agony in my heart. To make my pain worse, there were nights when Officer De Medici haunted my dreams. I had nightmares of him chasing me. And I had visions of him in the dark. His presence was greatly malicious as he stood in the corner of the cell and looked at me with vengeful eyes into my soul. I looked at him back with watery eyes and covered my face with the blanket. I did not want to see his shadowy figure. I would feel him choking me and reminding me of what I did to him. He wanted revenge on me. Deep down in my heart, I deserved the death penalty for shooting a cop and taking a father away. It was crazy that Officer De Medici was still after me regardless if he was dead. But Jesus saved me from all the evil spirits around me.
I hated the sound when the cell doors closed and opened. The reason was that the second you stepped outside, everyone knew what was coming after you except you. I needed to be aware of everything. My body was full of stress, and I was worried about my mom. I thought that I would never see my mother again. Suddenly, my thinking process was interrupted by the prisoner across from me.
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Diamond Gang
Misteri / ThrillerIn a city ruled by gangs and poverty, the hungriness and hardship made a Christian boy give his soul to a life of crime to make money to support his family. By the time he reached adulthood, he had an income in the millions. Now, he's the most want...
