Convict 09

Convict 09

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I never thought it would end like this. Only 20 years old and I've met with my terrible fate. Rotting in a jail cell for as long as I live. The hallucinations, the flashbacks. They're all I have left of my memory. I no longer know who I am. I'm just convict 09. No name, no family, just me and what I have left of my memory. They guards tell me nothing about the outside world. There is no one else to talk to. I'm too dangerous they say. They lock me up alone and starve me and beat me. Drugs did this to me. I took them by accident, thinking they were just some harmless medicine. Then I started seeing things. Seeing the truth. They all thought I was crazy, a Psycho. I could see the truth about the government. The officials, they steal from us, do far worse crimes than many of the people they lock up, yet it goes unnoticed by the people. They brainwashed everyone. According to the government, I took a dangerous illegal drug and spread rumors. All I did was find the truth in a world of lies.
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"You trust me, don't you?" he says with a smile, that smile. It had fooled everyone, even me at some point, and for the first time I want to scream with rage and shake the earth to the core. "Give me a hug," he says pulling me out of the chair that feels like a rock underneath me. I am as stiff as a board as his hands circle me, making me feel worse than dirt. His hands reach between my thighs and I want to plunge a knife deep through his chest. The only thing stopping me is, the knife is no where near. I pull back and I don't try to hide the anger in my eyes. I want him to see it. To know that I am coming for him. Rape is chanted repeatedly in my mind, reminding of the lies I just told and the false accusations I am throwing on innocent people. He's probably figured it out anyways, surely a Priest as high as he cannot be deceived. But none of that matters anymore because...... This is just the Beginning.

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