Chax POV; 'Can't believe this bullshit, I didn't do anything, not shit. I'm innocent, fuckin' bastards, rat me out and shit. Can't stand these mother fuckers...' I was thinking to myself, as I lay in my prison bed, one arm behind my head and my left leg bent, I way lying on my back as I stared up at the stone ceilings of my cold, damp, prison cell. The blue cargo pants I was given and matching blue long sleeve shirt was a bit comfortable. As a kid, I bet no one, not a single soul, would think of me here. I was the outcast, still am, but as I was thinking of how much I wish I wasn't in here, and how much I would rather be getting stoned or overdosing in a Walmart parking lot, my thoughts were abruptly interrupted as a guard walks past my cell door, hitting the thick metal with his nightstick. 'Lunch time, hell yeah.' But I was wrong, apparently a fight broke out in the kitchen, so lunch will be delayed, 'Fucking whores! I can't stand this damn place...' As I was given the news, I got pissed off, but I was able to bury it deep.
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The Broken Soul
AdventureChax Alexander Bryant VI. was no ordinary guy, he was a suicidal emo non binary male with horns, demonic wings, paper white skin, who liked a few rock bands, and enjoyed horror movies and gorey video games. Chax's upbringing couldn't have been worse...
