Prison

Prison drama

I heard the breakfast bell go off but I just stayed in bed. I couldn't be bothered to get up today, I wasn't hungry really I'm just going to wait until lunch. I still haven't spoken to Trey and can't be fuck too either, he getting mad at me for no reason. August, I don't really know about him, he seems a bit sly but who the fuck gonna complain about getting more food?

Yesterday night I had nightmares about my momma dying while I was in this shit hole. I always seem to have nightmare when I'm stressed, fighting or shouting helps me get stress out, as I'm in this place have to keep my anger in. So the side effects of that is I have nightmares and I get this weird feeling in my body from all the anger building inside of me just waiting to come out.

I heard shouting coming from downstairs which made me get my lazy sad ass up from the bed. I saw loads of people from the downstairs cells getting up to look over the balcony part to see what was going on. I joined in looking over the side to see the group of criminals in a circle cheering something on. I looked more in depth and saw two niggas fighting each others. There was police officer trying to break it up, but it wasn't working very well. Few seconds later a group of guard dogs came out barking on a lead with the police officer on the other side. The dogs made the circle split up which helped me get a better look a the men fighting. It was August and Trey. Shit I know they hated each others but enough to maybe get extra time added on? I wanted to run down, but I don't wanna get in trouble. The officers chucked them both to the ground, hand cuffing them and dragging them outside.

The group of criminals all got sent back to their cells, not even a chance to have a shower or go for a toilet. I let out a big sigh, worrying about what's gonna happen next. I walked back to my bed laying back down. This place is already getting to me. It makes me feel like there's a clock ticking waiting for the day I let my frustration out. I sighed again helping to relax myself.

"Kill him!" A male voice shouted.

A group of guys I've never seen before started hitting me, their fists where smashing against my face and body. They pushed me off my bed so they could have easier access to kick my ribs. I shouted out in pain hoping someone would hear and come help me out.

"Let me finish him off." The male from before said, once they moved out the way I saw the male. August. He had a smirk on his face as he pulled out a cocking knife. He looked at it smiling, then turned to me. I let out a another shout before he stabbed through my mouth. Blood started pouring out of my mouth as my eyes soon fell closed.

"F-Fuc-Fuck." I said breathlessly, as sweat dripped down my forehead. I let out big breaths to try and calm down the beating of my heart. My dream felt so realistic. Which is really worrying. You think I could possible get killed in a prison? Theses nightmares are getting too much for me, it makes me wanna beat someone up even more than I did before.

I stood up from my bed seeing a sweat on my sheets. I looked up at Treys bed to see it was still empty, I don't want to get another cell mate. I bent down by my bed picking up my towel, whipping off the sweat I just caused. I placed my hands out of cell gates, looking around the place. Everyone in their cells where either asleep, working out or walking back and forth, they are probably going mad. Just like I slowly am.

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Today has defiantly been the hardest day for me, I just hope it gets better but who the fuck am I kidding I know it's going to get a lot worse. I decided to get up for lunch, once the lunch bell went off I was actually the first one in line. There was another dude handing food out instead of August. They both had to go to the shoe or even worse they got moved somewhere else?

"Where's August at?" I asked, hoping he could answer some of my unanswered questions.

"He got moved." He answered not seeming bothered.

"Where too?" Shit, does this mean I'm not getting any extra food?
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Where y'all think August is? Moved to a new prison, the shoe or even the ghetto? Also, where you think Trey at?
Incase you forgot;
Shoe - By yourself in a room 24/7.
Ghetto - More freedom and better food.
Sorry I got writers block, so this is just a lil chapter for now.