Job 14:14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
On death's door but kept away from Heaven, the Essence "rescues" 17 children for them to hold half of their soul, the other have now hol...
Ares Colt Detroit, Michigan, United States of America
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"So what yah in for again?" My cellmate asked me, for about the hundredth time.
"For the same things you asked me last time; B & E, arson, drunk and disorderly/underage drinking." I yawned, really bored of his questioning.
"Rok, you're like twelve."
"I'm nineteen, you ignorant swine."
The cellmate scowled at me but didn't push the subject anymore. To me, prison was boring. Most exciting thing was when the newbies came and we got to toy with them, but no one took me seriously since everybody thought I was a kid. I leaned back against the cold steel table in the yard and scanned the area; guards kept an icy watch while on their route around the barrier. The other prisoners sat in their groups, with hushed conversations to avoid being overheard. They all had this sour look on their face as if they were ready to start a fight, risking a one way ticket to the box. The surrounding air was tense and stale, reeking of sweat and blood.
"You want in or not?" The cellmate asked. What the hell was with this guy and questions?
"Hmm?" I mumbled, not really giving him my attention.
"You know what, smart ass."
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I brushed off with a shrug.
This fruitless plan was a riot, and these brainless chimps had been going at this plan for the last three months. I didn't usually add to their idiocy but considering how god damn bored I was, I could use the excitement.
"This isn't something you just shrug off with a 'whatever', this is big. Just need to wait for the signal and we're home free." I watched him turn around and nod to one of the groups off in the corner.
I guess the dominos were all stacked up in their rows and were just waiting for the starting push. The group started to separate, keeping a watch on the guards above them. Just like I though, the dominos came a-crumbling down. The smaller group had started an uproar in the yard, all with a single punch. The fighting grew and grew until the point where it had gone beyond the point of stopping I had my own share of fun in the midst of it all, a few punches here and there. Guards ran down from their posts to try to pull apart the feuds, shouting orders over the over the roars. Everyone was so caught up in the action, I didn't even see the escape plan;it was like they just wanted a fight rather than freedom. In the midst of the chaos, I kept on seeing one of the prisoners creeping towards me. He would be there one moment then gone the next, shadowed by other prisoners fighting in his path until I lost complete sight of him. With him out of my sight and out of mind, it gave him the advantage, he grabbed hold of my shoulder and shoved something sharp into my side, just above my hip. When he pulled out and let go, I collapsed into a heap on the ground in a pool of my own blood. My world was fading and spinning away, sending everything in slow motion, voices being muffled and distorted. I tried to shout, but no sound came out. I tried to put pressure on the wound, but I didn't exactly have enough strength, the world grew darker and quieter until there was nothing left. It's not like I had anything left in that world anyways.
