Well, I have been here for too long now, but at least I can move now.
I was put in a gen pop cell; it sucks here, my roommate is an ass, he keeps on talking tough to me and trying to scare me.
I was scared at first, due to being a kid that didn't know better.
Turns out he is a little coward.
I completely overestimated my ability to break out of here. Turns out prisons are hard to break out of, who knew?
That learning I did helped a bit, if I had the right tools I could make bombs and stuff but sadly they don't have any books about how to make stuff out of everyday things.
Guess someone tried already.
I really need to make some friends. Current everyone hates me since I killed some random person and not a hero. So while some are afraid since I am a murderer most think of me as a little kid.
Life is hard for a skinny kid in a prison. I started going to the gym and trying to go to work when shifts are open. To be fair I'm a model prisoner.
My plan was way too hasty and rash.
I shou-
"Hey, kid!"
"Oh-"
"Who told you to take a break?"
"Sorr-"
"Shut up! Put a plate on the bar, I'm going to beat my PR"
*argh* *huff*
Damn this is hard! Okay I wasn't really working out… I kinda have to do this. I'm actually kinda lucky this guy is Big Bob, the other prisoners call him Mr. PR because he is constantly lifting weights at the gym.
It just so happens that he wanted someone to help him, and I wanted some protection, so here I am.
All in all it's not bad I just have to help with his workouts. This even helps me get stronger.
This guy is the perfect protector, he is a monster; he benches ~1000 pounds on average. It's insane for him to not be a super human.
I think he is kinda my first frie-
"KID!"
"Sorry!"
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It's night time now, I am so tired my body aches, it's actually crazy how much of a workout I get just by adding plates to his bar.
I am scared to go to sleep, I think my roomie might shank me, he might be a coward but he really is deranged. recently he joined a gang and they really dislike Big Bob, therefore they don't like me either.
"Hey jimmy?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Have a good night, hehe"
"… yeah…"
He definitely going to shank me, I need help, dammit I hate prison!
Well for now I just need to stay awake.
- - -
Shit, it's morning and he did nothing, I bet this was what he planned for, now I'm sleep deprived, and don't know when he will attack!
"Hey, Jimmy! It's Roll, Get off your ass!"
"Yes sorry officer."
I'm fucked…
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breakfast time
Breakfast seems pretty good today, at least that's somthing to look forward to. Scrambled eggs, oatmeal and some jello for dessert.
"Hey Jim, why are you so tense?"
"Huh? Oh, hi Bob. I think my roomie is feeling stabby, do you have any suggestions on what to do?"
"Stab him first"
"What?!"
"Why not right? He's going to stab you so stab him first, 'he who strikes first wins.'"
"I don't want to hurt some old guy who clearly has issues, but it's true I don't want to get stabbed."
"But won't this just cause more problems for me?"
"More than death?"
"Yeah ok."
"Anyway, have you heard of the new inmate? He seems to like fighting, apparently that's why he was put here; beat some guys up to a pulp for no reason."
"Oh your talking about Gordon? Yeah apparently he beat the shit out of 10 guys in a bar fight, I think he might have some ability but they couldn't prove it so they sent him here."
"Well imma go workout, you don't need to come this time, just don't become a pin cushion."
"Yeah."
Well I should get to making some sort of weapon.
- - -
Afternoon after dinner.
Well, I have a shank, it wasn't too hard to make, I used a fork I got from breakfast and just grinded the handle into a sharp point using the concrete wall next to my bed.
Now that I think about it my roommate might not attack me during the night but tomorrow in a more crowded place, but I can't be sure.
I need for him to make the first move, I don't want to instigate the fight, just stop it.
I need to learn some martial arts or something, I can't deal with all this shit at the same time, arghh!
"Lights out!"
Well time doesn't wait for anyone huh.
"Hey, jimmy."
"Yeah, willson?"
"How do you feel about a game?"
"What game?"
"Me and you both know what's going to happen soon, so how about let's do this with some more fun, I'll flip this coin in my hand; if it is heads I'll stab you now, if it's tails I'll leave you alone for tonight and attack tomorrow, deal?"
"How do I know you won't attack me anyway?"
"You don't."
"Whatever."
"Hehe"
/flip/
*cling* *ting* *ting*
"Tails…"
There is no way he will just let me sleep. This is going to be a long night.
- - -
Morning Roll Call
Shit! He really didn't do anything, fuck, im tired.
- - -
Yard time
Well it's most likely now… I'm fucked.
"Heyyy jimmy~"
"Hello wills-"
*/whoosh/*
Shit!
*squelch*
"Asshole!"
Jim grabbed Wilson's hand and hammered his fist down on it,
*smack*
"Augh"
The knife in Wilson's hand fell on the floor, Jim jerked willsons hand downward towards himself, Wilson followed
*crunch*
"Fuck!"
Jim kneed willsons face while pulling him. Wilson fell to the floor wobbly he looked at the sky with a mind so absent he looked like a baby.
People started to gather around the two
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Shit" I can't run! Out of all the times for Bob to not be outside. Guess they timed it.
"Augh… hey Jim that wasn't very nice"
"Hu-"
*POW*
*cough* *cough*
"Augh" I think he broke my nose.
"Hey Wilson, your shoes untied."
"Hah you think I'll fall-"
*Bang*
"No, but I knew you'd respond."
"You bitc-"
*crunch*
"Yeah, and stay down, asshole"
That took a lot out of me-
"Hey Jimmy, why did you attack him?"
Who is it this time?
"Yeah jimmy why? Hehe."
I'm fucked his buddies are here, that's stew he is completely insane. I don't know about the other one though. Dammit when will Bob come back?
"Hey now we don't need to fight. This was just a little quarrel between me and Wilson, come on I mean no ha-"
*Smash*
"Fu-"
*Crunch*
How many times will I be bea-
*Smack*
Shit I'm so tired, I can't even stand
"That's a little unfair don't ya think?"
"Huh? Who are you?"
"Me? I'm just Gordon, a newbie"
Gordon's smile grew brighter as he raised his fists in a boxing position.
Yes! someone came to help!
"Damn brat!"
Stew walked towards Gordon with his guard up, the crowd only grew louder
"Yeeeah whoohoo!"
Gordon punched towards stew but he dodged it.
"Heh is that all you got /hero?/"
*Bang!*
Gordon ate stews punch like he was starving.
"Did you think I was as weak as some drunks? Dumbass!"
"Ouch thats gotta hurt."
"Shit it's Bob, split!"
"H-hey Bob… I need some help…"
"Yeah good night kid."
"Com'er stew-"
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