The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 23

It was dark. The place I was at smelled like garbage, and the moon was hardly shining in through the tiny patch broken out in the wall covered by bars. It was silent. Not even the sound of footsteps was coming close to me. 

He wasn't lying. I'd be here forever. Never to see anyone close to me again. I already had some bruises from slipping, and some minor cuts from...well trying to escape. I've never been so deep into trouble like this before. I knew it would have to come someday, but like this? I couldn't stand the thought of dying here. They'd find out more about me. Gang life is what worried me the most. 

My hands were having some troubles with a rash, so I stripped some of the cloth off my bed to wrap it around the "wound". I've had rashes before, but this one was the worst. 

The Next Day-

I woke up to the sound of crashing. A Cop was beating down someone, and I could hear the struggle coming from his cell. He must've done something wrong to be beaten, but from the sound of it, he wasn't fighting back. 

"Leo Galvan? You in there?" I heard another Officer say, walking up to my cell with his hands behind his back.

"Yes I am."

"Good", he started, "So you're not dead yet, huh?"

I waited for him to say "Just Kidding!" but he said nothing. "What are you saying, someone died in here?"

He chuckled, coming from the shadows and showing his face. He had a shiny face, a huge nose, dimples, and blue eyes. "Look under your sheet."

I turned around and threw the sheet across the room, staring. I gagged. Throwing my hair back, I  smashed into the wall. "Why didn't anyone clean it out?!"

An awkward looking piece of flesh was smeared under the sheet. It had dust on it.

"It's going to be your best friend, ye?"

I couldn't believe how corrupt a place could be. When the Officer left I fell to my knees and realized the state I was in. The state I would be in months from that exact moment.