Jail Cell Narrative

It was another cold day in my jail cell, I have to get out I thought to myself, I knew that I was insane a force not to mess with but I still wanted to get out to show the world that without me there is no chaos, no excitement even if I killed people I killed them for a good reason they deserved to die for being the people they are for telling people they are worthless, telling people they don't belong in their companies, that is the part that no one understood is that the deserved to die. I started to talk to the police officer outside my jail cell I wanted to try to maybe persuade her to let me go, persuade her to try to think the way I think.
“Police officer!!!” I yelled
She waltzed to my cell acting like one of those western copes I could tell she liked acting and I …show more content…
“ Sure,” she replied. I was shocked, totally shocked out of where I was standing. I could feel my heart racing wondering why she said that.
I replied trying not to show my shock, “ How are we going to do it.”
“ First,” She started to say, “ We need to figure out the time, the day.”
I thought for a second she was right when would we do this, what time, then the saying “now is always the best time” came to my thoughts something my mom used to always say to me when she asked me to do chores and I would try to get out of it. I decided that this was not chore, that I wanted to get out now. I then spoke with a little bit of hesitation, “ What about now.”
You could see her eyes go wide for a second, then went back to being normal, “ Why now.”
“ You have your reasons for letting this happen,” I started to speak, “ that means that now is the perfect time.”
I ended that sentence feeling a part of my mom that almost made me cry, but I stayed blanked faced and looking right in her eyes. She started to speak, stopping for a moment, then continuing “ That true, I do have my reasons and that why I realize you are