I was used to this. People committing suicide. I dont no why this made me feel sad. I was confused. The police arrested me because i was the cause of it. I felt somthing i had never felt before guilt. As soon as i went into the cell my cell mate was there loking like a rotten peach with tatoos and scrars. I wasnt really thinking about him in fact i didnt even talk to him or look at him for that matter. I was too curious about me actually feeling bad. When it was time to go to sleep i went to bed starring at the wall thinking why do i feel bad now. I never felt. Not even once why is this death any diffrent? I didnt know. The next day i walked out of the cell to see a group of people who where just starring and laughing at me. I couldnt careless about them or anyone for that matter.
I just plopped myself down at a table away from everyone. Two people came and sat at my table. What do you want criminals. We ain't scard of a little punk like you. We eat people like you for brekfeast. What are you in for. Nun of your business. Tell us you little shit. What are you in for. I gave a big sigh. I caused my mother and sister to commit suicide. Did you hate them no. I abused them. Thats harsh. They went away saying he should go to a jail that is further away. I dont want to see him. Ever. After brekfeast we had some free time. I spent my free time alone. I discoverd a way to escape, but i need the help of others. I dont like to do that. I decided to tell the group of people that was laughing at me. They thought it was a good idea. There where in. At night I snuck into there cells and woke them up. They said if my plan dosnt work they will kill me. I led them to the outside gate and opend it up. They went through and started to climb the big wall. I was in front of them all. Everything was going as plan. I got up to the top but a bright light started to shine on my face. I started to get shot at and a bullet went through my shoulder. They were shooting at all of us. The second guy behind was asking for help but all i did was shake my head. I pushed him back down with the others. They got grabbed by the cops while i ran away. By myself
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bully
Teen FictionThis kid was used to himself causing other children to die but is actions start to change when he finds out why he bullies.