It’s dark, cold and silent. I was just awoken by a bad dream. It’s impossible to tell what time it is. I try to fall back asleep but all I can think about is; am I going to see my mother again…will I ever throw a ball to my father… live a life worth having or will I be stuck in this shit hole my whole life. I hear someone crying from a distance, followed by the sound of a cell door being opened and the sound of someone being beat to death. Soon the yells and cries stop but the sounds of a police baton hitting flesh still go on. I wonder to myself if I will be next... will I break? Will these thoughts that keep me up at night also be the cause of my death? Will I wake up crying only to find myself beat to death? How can they do this to people? What’s different from James King murdering a man and these guards beating inmates to death for little to no reason at all? If I get out I’m going to make a difference. I will not stop till no man gets beaten in jail ever again. Jail is for punishment and regret, not for dying. I’m going to start by…..zzzzzz
No, Please, No! Why! How can you do this! Ahh!... Yet another bad dream. The sun seems to be coming up. It must be around four or five in the morning. It would seem like the total death count tonight will not be including me. I hope tomorrow the jury see’s my innocents and lets me go. I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up. Being so scared all the time….its hard. I swear to myself at this very moment that I will never break the law ever again, no one should. This is no place for anyone, let alone a 16 year old boy. What will become of me once I get sent to prison for life….this is just the beginning...
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