What, a load, of bullshit.
I can't believe they went and said that about me, tomorrow is judgement day, and i'm certain to go away for a long long time and i'm certain to get killed in there, my god.
I lie on my bed in my Cell, and i sit up, head in my hands, eyes tearing up, it's dark outside, and i can hardly sleep, it's like my eyes are stuck open.
Oh...Victor, the time we spent together was brief but we could've spent 5 minutes together and i would've loved it, and i'll continue loving you from beyond the grave, Victor...
But i have bigger things to worry about tomorrow is Judgement day, and i've heard the words "Hanging" "Execute" and "Kill" being passed around the odd whisper in that courtroom more than once.
My little window is slammed open and the same mans eyes stare at me, menacingly "Go to sleep, COXHA!" i jump up and snap back "Let me go back to ENGLAND!" he goes to a soft, yet terrifying whisper "We fucking shredded your passport, so there's no going back now, Boy."
and like that, the window slams shut and i spend the rest of the night trying to get to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
FIGAs
RandomThere are many Figures in life. But i'm gonna spell it FIGAs because THAT is epic. Cleeven Butter is an ordinary expat from England to Hungary, he's returning, and in the midst of waiting for his flight back home...😈
