My Life In Prison 소설 & 이야기

The coarse fabric of my neon-orange jumpsuit chafed against my neck with every movement, a constant reminder of the privilege I had so easily discarded. My fingers were covered in raw, stinging blisters that never had the chance to heal. For twenty-six years, my hands had held nothing heavier than a crystal glass of premium scotch or the leather steering wheel of an imported sports car. Today, my reality consisted of a plastic bucket and a twelve-hour shift moving heavy linen bundles for the state infrastructure network. "Hey, Hartley! Look at the central monitor above the guard tier!" an inmate named Miller shouted from the folding racks, letting out a low, appreciative whistle. "Your old m

Sure, life had been cruel to me, but at least I hadn’t grown up in the unforgiving bars of a prison. “Hard?” he snorted, shaking his head. “Not at all. Growing up in prison shaped me. Hell, it saved me. If my mom hadn’t made that deal, I’d probably have ended up in some shitty foster home. Instead, I got life lessons from inmates. Had my first kill in there, too.” My eyes widened. “That’s... insane,” I said, hugging myself instinctively.

"I really don't know what you're talking about. What wrong have I done, that you want my life to be so miserable, huh! You made my father's company go bankrupt, and you forced me to marry you, why don't you just kill me." Melvin rested on the soles of his feet, then grabbed Danas' jaw again, staring intently at the girl on the floor. Seeing that there was resistance, he wanted to take the girl's life in front of him. "Kill you? I won't, I want you to feel every day is full of suffering, your days are full of hell. You're even asking what you did? Huh?! Until when are you not going to admit what you've done wrong?"

"It's all her fault! She's nothing but a scrooge! She's been stingy and biased against us since we were little! She never taught me anything! "She's the one who forced me to do this! It's all her fault!" The judge sentenced him to death, and the sentence was to be carried out immediately. As soon as the verdict was announced, Mom's eyes rolled back, and she fainted straight in the audience. When she woke up again, she realized that she had lost everything. As it turned out, Austin had secretly mortgaged the apartment to take out loans at exorbitant interest rates. And so, the debt collection company, armed with a legal court order, forcibly seized the apartment.

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

It's not that I'm not used to hate, but because everyone believes anything they see on the internet, even if it's not the truth of the whole story. I sat down on the cold floor lifelessly. Staring at my screen. Is this the start of my downfall? Twelve years of my hard work… and this is what I get in return?

he asks. “Under construction.” “You are funny. I know you are bored. That is why you made this account.” “You are right. I just need someone to talk to.” “Can I have your phone number?” “No. I am in prison.” “Federal or state prison?” “Mayor's prison.” I answer. “What did you do?” “Having sexy boobs?” “Those are natural gifts. How is that a crime?” “I got the wrong judge.” “Then I need to ask for a retrial.”

Was he working out in prison? “I lived my whole life just for this day,” he said calmly. “Even if I die today, I’ll die a happy man.” “Where is Sophy?” I cried. “Please… don’t harm her.” He laughed bitterly, then slapped me hard. Pain exploded across my face, and I tasted blood. “You had a child with Alejandro and expected me not to harm her?” he asked coldly. Tears streamed down my face. I knew—I was doomed. “You know Alejandro took my entire life, my wife, and my daughter from me,” he continued. “Do you know how I survived all these years in prison?”

“Your inability to distinguish right from wrong is itself a form of irresponsibility toward patients. “Who’s to say you won’t be the next Tawnie Lowe?” Three years later, I had become a renowned expert in the field. Meanwhile, Tawnie made headlines again. She was dead. She died that very night she was released from prison, stabbed to death by Matthew’s family. He had been the only university graduate in his family. Yet, fresh out of school and just starting his internship, he was sent behind bars. His family was consumed by hatred for Tawnie for ruining their precious son.

One of the guys pulled me into his arms, and rushed out of the prison gate. I soon started to convulse some foamy substances out of my mouth as the choking pain increased, and did nothing but watch as the huge guy ran in the corridor. My body vibrated like a malfunctioning machine, and I felt so weak. Weakness was even an understatement. But however, my plan was working. As he made his way out of the building, I stared at his worried look. Involuntarily, a weak tear rolled from my eye to my ear. I decided to take a last thought; What a life I had lived? A life of loneliness and depression. A life of never being loved by anyone. A life of trauma and shame. A life of never being genuinely joyf