Bad Boy Prisoner

Capital

The next day, we headed to the capital, the city right next to ours. Until the border, we were chatting merrily.

But right before we reached the border, father went to pee. He was taking a while, so I went to check on him. There my father lay, dead.
(His pants were on)

Don't cry. Momma said not to cry. Smile, she said. Smile, smile, smile...

Smile I did, as I bent to pick up the knife to give evidence so the police could find his killer. I didn't want to forgive, but momma said, so I would settle for reporting it.

But by chance some guards were on patrol. Me, frozen with fear, holding a knife covered in blood, and leaning over a murdered man. My suspicious smile and glare didn't help me either.

I was arrested, accused of being some mass murder who would take the ears of a male target before killing them, the ear theif. They assigned 300 years as my sentence, until modified by a trial.

Shkkk Clang! Went the bars of my cell as they closed.