My mistakes are to overwhelming to contemplate so I try to think about the cherished memories, but i am heckled by the uncanny laughs of the criminally insane. I try to picture images of my family, but all i see is familiar bodies with ambiguous faces. …show more content…
Reality has now hit me as I realise that I have devastated this life for my loved ones and I. Frustratedly, I clench the dust covered crack wanting my mistakes to release their claustrophobic grip.
The rusted dripping sink counts down the seconds to the end of my sentence as a symbol of how this place has gotten the better of me. The walls are becoming darker and darker with every struggled breath i take, and the floor is now covered in the red remains that will soon be the last memory of me. I can faintly hear the CO’s batons tapping against the stiff iron bars in which sounds like the cell next to me. But I am no longer worried about them interrupting my escape as i am engulfed in darkness and the drips from the sink is now the only faint sound i can