I gazed through the window in tears, as I rested my body on my thighs and all my heart kept muttering was "escape, revenge" but looking up to the window is a mockery to my faith, as the window is 5ft away from the ground. Even if I thought of the door as an escape route, it's an international correctional facility with over 250 guards men and 150 CCTV cameras. I sighed, trying to sweep off the thought of escape and dwell more on the revenge part. I should accept it as my fate and a punishment for being a subordinate to love.
For the past 3 years on this cell I've dreamt nothing except changing times backwardly to correct my mistakes. Not because I was in prison but because the thought of how foolish I was years ago made me sick and angered. Cupid was never on my side all this while, and now? the better way to correct my mistakes is to spend 11 more years on this cell and draft out my plan on revenge.
The strong urge to tell the world how wrong it is to love keeps eating me up until I started telling everyone that came to visit or even preach that love doesn't exist. I'm labelled a psychopath, I don't care either, I just want my voice to go public, I want my story to change young minds that love ain't real!
Who would have ever imagined that the one time genius Allison will be in prison, guilty of the crime she never committed? Who would ever think that her cheerful and jovial attitude will lead her into nothing but pain? No one right? Now that's what you pay for loving someone, anyone, not even a pet!