It was night in the dark city and it would always look good with the lights but the thing that did not look pretty was my old grey moldy damp cell should i call it or enclosure some might say " why me i was always the nice one i would say morning arfternoon everything"

As I stood up I saw a blue and orange butterfly on my broken barred windows it was all black and grey outside i put my hand out and it crawled on to my hand and it would walk faster and faster on to my hand i looked at it before...

I was hesatating to slap it but then i thought revenge and it was the adrenaline rush that satisfied me i kept on thinking revenge,revenge,revenge i looked at it raised my hand then...

'snap' I done it i was pleased with my self i wanderd over to the the window and then I flicked it out with plessure.