What comes around, goes around
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
682
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Getting out
~*~
Ten years and 5 month later
“Alright Hopman, you know the drill.” A gruff voice said, banging on the bars of Dennis’ cell.
It had been like this for over ten years and his body responded out of habit. He rolled off his bunk and stood at the back wall as the cell door was opened. Only today was different. Instead of the normal orange jumpsuit, he received real cloths. He hugged them as he was led out of the small cell and onto a sort of fire escape, down rickety stairs and into the inmates showers where he quickly washed him self and pulled on his new cloths. Today he was going to get out of this hell hole. It had been ten years since he was brought here to be other inmates new toy, and now he could say “See ‘ya later!” to the lot of them.
Now he walked towards the front gate with a box of things his family had sent him these past few years. Inside it held books and letters and a few pictures. Among the pictures was one of him and his best friend Amanda. It was taken the year before she was murdered. They were at the beach and they both had just got back from having a water fight with a bunch of kids from their class, they were in their bathing suites and laughing when the picture was taken. Anger burned inside him, simmering from a pool that rested in his heart. It seemed anger had taken over sorrow years ago, after he was aloud to attend his friend’s funeral, arriving at the state prison where…he forced stray thoughts away as he stepped out into freedom.
Ten years and 5 month later
“Alright Hopman, you know the drill.” A gruff voice said, banging on the bars of Dennis’ cell.
It had been like this for over ten years and his body responded out of habit. He rolled off his bunk and stood at the back wall as the cell door was opened. Only today was different. Instead of the normal orange jumpsuit, he received real cloths. He hugged them as he was led out of the small cell and onto a sort of fire escape, down rickety stairs and into the inmates showers where he quickly washed him self and pulled on his new cloths. Today he was going to get out of this hell hole. It had been ten years since he was brought here to be other inmates new toy, and now he could say “See ‘ya later!” to the lot of them.
Now he walked towards the front gate with a box of things his family had sent him these past few years. Inside it held books and letters and a few pictures. Among the pictures was one of him and his best friend Amanda. It was taken the year before she was murdered. They were at the beach and they both had just got back from having a water fight with a bunch of kids from their class, they were in their bathing suites and laughing when the picture was taken. Anger burned inside him, simmering from a pool that rested in his heart. It seemed anger had taken over sorrow years ago, after he was aloud to attend his friend’s funeral, arriving at the state prison where…he forced stray thoughts away as he stepped out into freedom.