Jr. POV*
I scribbled '2' into the wall with a nail I had found. 2 more days until I leave this bitch..
I'm in some fake ass jail, out of the state that nobody knows about. Dont feed me shit in this bitch. Its me and a bunch of other niggas. By niggas I mean black people. The white fuckers got us in here not eating shit but our spit and these nasty ass peas they throw in here everyday. They beat the shit out of us, stab us sometimes, make us clean then sleep. Nothing else. They hung a couple niggas in here. The lights are off all day. And to top it all off I think some of these niggas gay.
Im here, but I'm not here at all. My body is here, but it basically isnt. I'm about a day away from dying. And this nasty ass bread they feeding us aint doing shit for us. All I can think about is my siblings, my mom and Hazel. These bitches got us somewhere illegal, so its no phones here. I feel worse than a slave.
Im going to be out soon though. I missed my ENTIRE FUCKING BASKETBALL SEASON! From being in jail. I dont know what I'm going to do when I get back. I just need to see or even here Hazel or my mother.. somebody. But it's cool im going to gone soon, real soon... These motherfuckers cant hold me forever!
