Omg I'm so sorry I haven't updated this story in forever
Sitting alone in a dark cell isn't exactly my definition of a good time, but since this is all that's happening in my life, this'll do. It was better than being in that sorry excuse for a living quarter.
Not really.
It's actually pretty sucky.
I can move around, but since I committed such a horrible crime, I'm on heavy lockdown.
It's whatever.
I'll get out eventually.
It's not like I can't, if I really wanted to.
They still have no evidence against me for the whole "she destroyed everything" theory.
It's because I didn't do it.
They don't believe me. They don't even trust me.
And since it's been a couple of weeks since I flipped off the last guard, I figured they would let me go.
I was so wrong.
On a concrete floor. That's where I belong. That's where all mistakes belong, right? Nobody wants them.
Nobody cares about them.
And me?
I'm just a walking, talking science experiment.
