christian+meade+genre+number+1

I am a murderer. I am an awful person who is going to be punished for the rest of my life. I cannot believe that I let my emotions get out of control and do what I done. The place I am in, I will never get out. I am going to die here. I have done something terrible, and I am sure my family and friends hate me now. The place that I am in is ugly and dark and a charcoal gray color. This place is prison. Prison is one of the worst things I have ever been in my entire life. Wow, I have to spend the rest of my life in dark and cold concrete building. As I look around, all I can see are other people that are bad like me. There are some people screaming down the hall, and some people sleeping as I look around. I cannot lay down and go to sleep because everything is hard and cold. My bed is like a steel rod, with a sheet over it. My life has basically came to an end. No one around me is friendly and no one want to talk to me. There is a lock on my door, or bars you might say that is going to ensure me that I am not getting out. Down the hall from me I can smell the dried up cafeteria food cooking. This isn’t a pleasant smell. I would do anything right now just to go to McDonalds, or to simply be free. When lunch times arrives I go down to the cafeteria with all the other convicts in the building. Everyone is silent, lunch for today is pizza, and it looks as if it has been baked since yesterday. As I sit down the eat, nobody comes to sit with me, everyone goes there own way, without really even saying much to one another. As I eat, the pizza dries out my mouth so bad, that I feel like I am eating a cotton ball. I just wish I had gotten control of myself and not killed that man. As night time arrives everyone gets ready for bed. Some people may read, but for me, I hate to read! I just sit on my cold steel bed with the sheet. I look to the cell in front of me and the guy is already asleep. He looks to be around ninety years old, and obviously been in here for quiet some time. Now I hear all the guards coming to make sure all the doors are locked for the last time of the night. I can heard them fussing at someone, then basically beating him back into his cell. I don’t think the guards around here are very nice. I sometimes wish I was already dead. Prison is the worst place ever! I hate it here. That man didn’t deserve to die, and if I had known this I would have never killed him. This place is terrible, I am here for the rest of my life and there is absolutely nothing that I can do about it! I will just sit here until it is my time to die. There is nothing colorful or tasteful about this place. It is cold, and dark, bare and dirty. I feel sorry for the people that has been here for so many years, but I understand that is going to be one day. This torture is terrible and all it took was a little pull of the trigger of a loaded gun.