“Silence,

It is all I hear,

The nothingness that follows it,

And the white walls of the room. I have learned to like solitary confinement, I mean I’ve been in here for sometime now. I wonder what in the world os happening right now. Heck WWIII could be in progress and I’d be stuck in here unable to fight. I’m grateful I can finally speak to someone other than myself. Where do I start:

My name is Tommy Maclean and I was making my way downtown to the supermarket. I don’t remember what I was instructed to get, but that’s besides the point. When I was about to enter the supermarket, BANG! I came crashing down with another person who had just robbed the store. The cops came and found me with him and said,” Your under arrest!”

I was grateful until they arrested me instead of the guy! I had said stuff like,” it wasn’t me!” and “is this a joke?”

But nonetheless I was sentenced five years in jail for armed robbery. The going was good until my cell mate became restless, annoying, mad. He drove me insane with his constant screaming in the night and poking me from the bottom of my bunk. One night, I had enough. He was sleeping sound asleep, for once, and had no care in the world. I then soundlessly got down off my bunk and gripped his throat. He woke up to find me strangling him, but it was worthless. I saw as the light in his eyes faded away so I dropped him…dead. The next morning the guards found me over his body and took me to solitary confinement and gave 2 more years in prison. This was a living dream in that white room. At first I was creeped out, but after a while I began to like it. When my time was up I even bagged to be put back there. I then knew what I had to do. I punched the guard and ran back into the cell and closed the door.

“He really has gone mad” said the guards which I didn’t believe.

So I stayed in their for longer, and longer, and longer, and longer until I felt all pain leave my body and I had reached full insaness, I had spent most of my 7 year sentence in that cell and once I was let out, I couldn’t bear it. I loved that room and it loved me. That room spoke to me with sweet loving words which wrapped around me like a snake. I tried to create that room in my moms house which I resided, but it wasn’t the same. I then asked her to commit me. She bawled after I said those words but I knew that it would be for the best. And that is where I am at now”. He said to the wall as if it was his friend. That event was 13 years ago and he was stayed their motionless ever since. The doctors knew what was need to be done but were to scared of him. So one day they took him and released him on death row where he would finally be out of his misery.

Addiction can lead to your demise.