7 years in, the prisoners chucked me into

my cell after my long shower. It was a dark, damp cold

place but I have to stay there for many more years.(unfortunately). I sat on my unmade bed feeling mean, horrible. "lights out" called the guard. I lay on my bed thinking what I am going to do next? The next day, "breakfast" shouted the guard along the corridor. we all said in our cells "what is it" sloppy , plopy porridge I new what it was because I have had it for the last seven years. even though, I hated it. As I had my toothbrush in a glass jar I smashed it on the floor. I picked up the sharpest part and hit a little hole and covered it up with a blanket. Oi! show me what is under the blanket "no" said myself. You better otherwise a other year. Still no. Fine a other year. I could not care less. I could actually inside.

my life in prison