Personal Narrative: I Was Put To Jail

On December 12, 2013, I was put to jail. Attempted murder is apparently a serious crime here in Pennsylvania, 7 years, 7 years I tell yuh. I spent the first few weeks angry, depressed, and furious. My wife divorced me because I wasn't there for her, I had a job I had to focus on but on that day, the day she told me that it wasn't working out my mind fell into a daze. I hadn't thought about it, but I just pushed her into the table where it hit her head and she started bleeding. I ran out the house not knowing what I did, thinking what I should do should I help her, or should I leave because she left me. I ran into a small coffee shop just a few blocks away. I knew I had to hide because the neighbors were going to knock at …show more content…
I tried to hide my face but it was no use, I think she blew past the sonic barrier because she seemed to like to scream louder than anything I heard before alerting the cops off my actions. They put me in a temporal jail, I started to lose my mind it was all just going to fast, I couldn't bear hearing another voice telling me what to do. I stayed in that small cell for 2 weeks with nothing except 3 meals a day and a wall to talk to. My trial date was getting closer. They took me out gave me a lawyer and uncuffed me. My lawyer told me he would take care of it. He told the judge it was an accident and I ran away in fear. The judge said the defendants had more evidence, making me guilty. I had to serve 7 years now, 7 whole years in …show more content…
I planned my escape carefully. 3 months of studying the patterns, exits, and the patrollers. Every day I wake up and plan, so far I know each guard switches out every 4 hours, and there's a small opening for about 5 minutes every time a guard is switched. I planned to sneak when a guard is switching and to plant the charges near the main heater. My friend Johnny will be waiting for a phone call telling him to ignite the charges and get me out of here. I asked the guard if I could use my one phone call to say the words “I’m ready”. Johnny told me to wait for him near the prison yard. Boom, I heard the door open. I ran and saw Johnny in a brand new red dodge challenger, waiting for me. Johnny’s a good man. He’s always there for me, helping me out when I need it most. Johnny took me to his garage hideout and we spent our time there. For some reason, I was the only one there. Johnny always told me he had errands to run, so I didn't care. I tried to break into the police station, hoping I would find my file. Just before I walked I heard dogs and a swat team and quickly retreated back, knowing I would fail. I rethought my plan and planned a diversion. Therefore, the police will go to the bombing and I will retrieve my file and end this misery. I set the charges near the park and everyone ran outside. I sneaked behind one of the officers who stayed behind. I ran to the file section and looked for my name. I ran out with the