His head hurt from hitting the chair, and he was extremely mad at the guards for calling him a twerp. The guards walked off and he was left there. Alone. Except for the person he could see in the cell across from his, who looked extremely strong and angry that he was there. He was glad he wasn’t in that cell, he thought. Or that guy might just beat him up. He was extremely tired and figured he would go to bed. he got on top of the itchy wool sheet and his back was immediately cold, due to the hard metal under neath. 3 years here, he thought. This is going to be a nightmare. He fell asleep very fast.
the next morning he woke up to find that the sun was out and shining bright into the iron bar window of his cell. He wondered what time it was, so he looked down at his watch. “Oh, of course” he said. “They’ve taken it”. He got up and looked at the cell across from his. The man was gone. He couldn’t believe it. Had he broken out? But how there wasn’t a single scratch anywhere. Then the thought dawned on him. He looked at the cell to the left and right across from his. No one. “Lunch,” he said. He was starving to. When did he get lunch he saw a guard nearing his cell, and asked him, “hey, when do I get lunch”. “Adult lunch is at 12:00 PM juvenile lunch is at 1:00 PM”. Said the guard. “Why are they separate”? He asked. “To avoid conflicts between the prisoners”. Said the policeman”. The policeman walked away. He sat their for another 10 minutes feeling sad. Then two guards came and unlocked his cell. “I’m getting outta here”?! He said. “No” said one of the guards. Where gonna get you your uniform. His heart sank. He just wanted to get out of here. As soon as possible.
The guards took him to a dark room. It was no bigger than a closet with nothing inside. They through a bright orange prison suit at him, and he caught it with one hand. The guard said, “were locking this door, and not opening it until you put on the prison suit.” They closed the door, and he heard the lock shut. He put on the prison suit and knocked in the door. No one answered. He knocked again. Still, no one. He was starting to get worried. He knocked again and said, I have the prison suit on, let me out of here. The locked clicked, and the door opened slowly. But it was not the guard he saw at the entrance to the room, rather a tall man, who looked around the age of thirty, and had a scraggly beard.
“Hello there.” The man said. Behind the man, were 4 other people. a teenager, who looked around 17, another man, who looked around 25, and two others who were wearing masks, and had a gun, each. He stepped out of the room a little, and saw the two guards on the floor, covered in blood. He gasped. He had never seen someone dead before. Ever. “Sorry bout them”. The man said, and dragged the bodies into another room. He motioned to the two men with masks and pointed to the cells. They went over and took keys out of their pockets, then proceeded to unlock all of the cells. The man said, “just come with us and we’ll explain along the way.
the two men finished unlocking all the cells, and prisoners fled out like water in the rapids. All he could see was a blur of orange. He wondered, where were the guards and police. The next few moments answered his question. He heard sirens, and within seconds swarms of police and swat team memebers came into the jail. He heard screams and gunshots, saw people running near and there, saw police beating up prisoners, and prisoners beating up police. The other three people who had been standing there with him, ran off and joined the fight. What was going on, he thought there were gunshots everywhere and he didn’t know what to do. He was scared. Really scared. He did the only thing he thought was safe. Went back into the closet and closed the door.
the next ten minutes were the worst of his life. He heard screams and shrieks and once or twice something would hit the door. But the thick metal protected him. After 10 minutes he heard a bloodcurdling scream, and then all was quiet. He changed back into his clothes tired of the itchy prison suit, and opened the door. There was so much blood, and so many bodies. He looked towards the right, no one. He looked towards the left, and there was a single figure standing there, in an orange prison suit. BANG!! The figure fell dead on the floor.
he gasped, he didn’t know who had shot him, there was no one there behind the figure when he had died. He walked down the corridors to the front desk, and still no one was there. Everyone was dead, a mix of police, swat team, and prisoners. He walked out the front door. There was no one. He walked down the street and passed the grocery store, careful to stay hidden. He walked all the way back to the bench at the park where it had started. He sat down, and thought back on robbing the store, the run in with police, and jail. He said,”I don’t think I’ll ever forget this.”