Prisoner – Creative Writing

At least the suns shining on this old decrepit prison. I cant understand why theyve put me in this contrasted room, alone. Ive just arrived. From the 1st of December until my last breath, you would expect to be greeted with open arms, wouldnt you? Its not like she didnt deserve itMeeting our new friends forget be as amusing as reading I cant think of anything worse. Id rather listen to her baby wail, scream and shriek again. I sometimes wonder what happened to that baby, watching its milliampere suffer.Time is valuable, so I wont waste it with those freaks, theyre all the same worthless vermin. Well theyll see, I have got it all planned out.Dear Jason,Its hell here. I feel like Satans minion, sweeping, scrubbing, and sweating in this hell-hole.An insignificant ant challenging the irrefutable Mount Everest each step is an anxious challenge as for any single stride I make, I end up stumbling back. Pointless.There is a burden of anxiety and mental suffering depicted in the human face of every man, as we are all pampered like peasants especially Little Bill, he cant defend himself so everyone takes advantage.Ive just been placed with Derrick my new cellmate, the old fools fifty, twice my age his senseless stories of driving his own crane in the good old days shuttles you towards insanity without mentioning his nauseating scar which runs the length of his face my stomach convulses when I gaze upon it. Sneering when he answers How did that happen?- He fell down flight of stairs he must think Im mad to believe him. Thats the otherwise problem, I cant trust anyone I will need to eventually though.Bro, when you next visit Mums grave can you leave a bunch of roses from me she always love the aroma they produced even though I lifelessness hate them. Do you know shes the only thing thats keeping me going? If only she hadnt taken that theorise as her assistant none of this would have happened. Mum didnt deserve so much pressure, she was only the messenger doi ng as she were told, without a wink of sleep in everyplace two weeks a car accident was inevitable.But I have no remorse for what I did to June, revenge is sweet.JakeI am gazing through the restrain window the icy steel bars obstruct my route from death. The frenzied frost tearing at my tender hands. Ill be out there short, we will be free, I can smell it. Old, dilapidated and weathered these bricks cant withhold us. From slavering away in the kitchen at a Kings pace a few helpful utensils have been gathered a carving knife, spoonful and fork. These can be stored inside the T.V no one would bother looking there.Derrick? Where are you, idiot, get here. Youve worked in the demolishing business for long enough tell me, can we burst through now?Too right son, too right.Luckily this fork and spoon has lasted from wear, but it looks the knife wont be needed aye Del. Its getting late my boy, move your rock of a bed back to its normal spot. The incessant stomping of the pigs will soon pa ss our cell. We must wait until dusk.The moons beams of lurid light echoed through the prison. A steely smell of anxiety overhauled the sound of the snoring from the convicts. This was nearly it. Weeks of planning boil down to this. Thankfully, Im fearless, this time I will get away, we will be free Jimmy. We could go, now? Just leave Derrick hes someone we cant trust anyway. We should desert him he would soak up all the blame.Droplets of blood were dripping on the floor my hands sore and weeping from pounding powerful punches like a meat packer at the gapping hole in the corner of the cell I only had to make it half a foot wider whilst being quiet as possible. A seed of adrenaline sprouted inside me, the round circle in the wall had subsided. It was time. Psyching myself was easy, I knew what had to be done.ESCAPEE, AN ESCAPEY I turn around horrified, standing still paralyzed. Derrick? No it cant be, y-you set me up? Glaring him straight in the face I had no choice