Cargo

Dark, broken, and a troubled past

This is the story of how i ended up in a fucking dark locked police trailer. While being transported to a new prison. But well get to that soon. My name is butch. Many consider me a criminal. But in all my life I've never been so innocent as I was just 2 days ago. That's when they broke my fucking leg so I wouldn't, rather couldn't run. You see a riot had broken out in the lunch room of the last penitentiary I was tossed in. I took this opportunity to find my way out of that hell hole. I was so mesmerized by the very thought of being free that my first steps outside the building were halted.Only a barbed wire fence stood between me and freedom. I stopped for a moment closed my eyes and then the next thing I remember my fucking leg is broken and I'm being dragged back into my nightmarish hell kicking and screaming. They put me in isolation. They sent a doctor to bandage up my leg while I was there and the next day I'm dragged out here and put into this god damn trailer headed to god knows where. They did give me one thing from my personal effects I would assume to calm me and that was my iPod. It had been so long since I'd heard my music. It's true music does sooth the soul. If only it could fix the pain of a shattered leg. I'd assume they gave me this to keep me preoccupied rather then focused on killing my captors and escaping unluckily for them I want the fuck out of here and I'm getting out come hell or high water. I'm 17 now let's see if I make it to 18....