I think its better live in the streets than staying in here.
Every day I think about the day that I commit that stupid crime and about something to do during the days.
The prison is gigantic, filthy, it has barbed wire, it has 4 towers around the prison and in each tower there is 2 men with snipers just in case something happens for example someone tries to escape, the prison also has a field where everyone can play rugby, football, etc. and the prison is maximum security, which makes it difficult to escape.
During the breaks I see people getting into fights and some of them get stabbed by others for money, money in here is almost everything, with money you can buy cigarettes, drinks and the most important thing protection. Some people when they have money, they buy a little hammer to escape, but before they finished the tunnel that they are digging they get caught and they take the hammer away and they go to the solitary for at least 3 weeks. No one escape yet, 1 or 2 people were close to escape but the snipers got them before the get away.
I thought about escaping but I realise that its better be in here than get killed by the police outside, here in my cell I can think about all the mistakes that I have done so far and the murder that I commit. If I get out and I see the family of that man I killed I would feel guilty and maybe I would commit suicide.
Why I am here? Well I am here because I killed a man, I was going to steal some computers and accessories from a computer shop, but unfortunately when I was going to run away with the stuff, someone saw me and he shouted “hey, stop right there buddy, don’t move I will call the police!” so I didn’t had another choice but kill him, I got my gun out and I shoot him in the chest about 10 meters away from him.
That man went straight to the hospital alive still, but he died in that same night.
Days later, the police found in that computer shop my boot-print and my finger-print in some computers that I didn’t nicked because they were too heavy.
Knock, knock, it’s the police knocking the door to take me to the jail. On the next day, I woke up here in this horrible cell.
I am going to have to live with that murder for the rest of my life. This prison is now my house and this stinky cell is now my bedroom. I will probably live here until I get really really old or maybe never get out of here, but I got friends here now, they will help me to live each day with a smile in my face. They are great, they help me when I most need them.
The End