Fred
7:00 am
It has been 400 days since I got sent to jail. This rotten place actually grew on me. As well as the corrupt guard, who has been smuggling drugs for the past seven months.
I looked over at the end of the bed, where I had hung up a picture of Emma and all the memories I have of her, blurred my mind.
"Your days are numbered, bitch." My rage is back. Every time I think of her, all I see is red. She did this to me. She put me in jail, while all I did, was love and care for her.
"You are going to pay," I kept staring at the picture.
The buzzer of my cell rang, which meant the guard would come in.
Ray is standing outside of my cell, chewing gum and holding the baton in his right hand.
"Stand up, scum. Take your things."
"Why?"
"You are out on bail; now come on, don't mak
