Hey all! So I wrote this story a while ago and posted it on another site. But I figured since I spend a fair amount of time on this site, that I would post it here as well. The story itself is pretty much completed. I have about 3 more chapters left to write so I will post as often as I can. Thhis stroy is based off of a book that I wrote a long time ago and a friend of mine thought it would be cool if I could figure out a way to turn it into a Spashley story and this is the result of that. Please leave feedback if you feel inclined to do so. I love hearing about what other people think. Anyway, enough about that. Enjoy!
And for all intents and purposes I don't own SON. I am simply using the characters to tell my story. For now this is rated R, mostly for strong language. If it changes I will let you know. :)
Prologue
Ten years. That's how long I've been in this hellhole. That's how long I've been wasting away in here. Locked away like some caged animal, only to be forgotten by those who used to care, those who used to say that they would always be there for me and never let me down. Man was that a lie! The second things went bad everyone pointed the finger at me and I didn't even do anything wrong. It makes me wonder why I even bothered in the first place. Why I didn't just speak up even though everyone had turned against me.
I used to think that it didn't matter. That what I was doing was in the best interest of everyone involved. After all, I was the screw-up. I was the one with no future. So it made sense that what happened that night was because of me…Right? I mean everything happened so fast. I never saw it coming. I never saw my entire world being turned inside out. I never saw everything that I thought I knew slipping away. I never realized how expendable I really was. But now I know. Now everything seems a little bit clearer than before.
They may have forgotten about me. They may have forgotten about what happened that night. They may have erased me from their memories and shrugged it off as a bad dream. But I never forgot about them. I never forgot about what happened that night. How could I? It plays in my head over and over like a broken record. Every time I close my eyes all I see is that night and I can't forget. I won't allow myself to forget because it wasn't right. None of it was. But they were too scared to face it…they were too scared to know the truth. So they forgot about me and wrote me off. They threw me away like a piece of trash. My family and friends betrayed me in the worst way and now it's payback time. I want them to hurt the way that I do. I want them to see what they did to me. They ruined me and now I'm going to ruin them without even the slightest bit of remorse.
No regrets. That's what my sister used to say. Actually she used to say a lot of things. Things that didn't really have a meaning behind them until I wound up in here. That's when everything started to click and come together. I guess I should have known before this happened that none of them really cared about me. I mean there had to be some sort of sign that I just missed or simply ignored. Maybe I was too naïve. I don't know. But I do know that none of that matters now. What matters is that I'm going home and I'm going to have an entire town afraid of what I might do. You see, it wasn't just my family and friends that wrote me off and put me here. The small town that I live in played a hand in it as well. They were waiting for me to screw up royally because I had become somewhat of a nuisance in the town after my father died. They wanted to put me away. They wanted me to suffer. But they never dreamed that it would come wrapped up in a nice little package. All they knew was the story that was being reported, and the moment they heard what happened is the moment that they pointed the finger at me. It was the moment that I was convicted before my trial ever really began, and it was the moment that an entire town got their wish.
But a lot can happen in ten years. Truths can be revealed and people can change into their complete opposites. I know I have. I never used to be this bitter. I never used to hold such hatred in my heart, but I learned a long time ago that having a heart is extremely overrated. Letting people in is even worse. So, I no longer let anybody get too close. I keep my secrets that I hold deep inside and I share others that can't really be considered secrets because everybody knows about them. I've become a piece of stone molded inside a human body and I like it that way. It's safer and a little more comforting. I've become what everyone expected me to become. I've become nothing.
So as I sit in this cell and stare at the poorly constructed walls with cracks meticulously planted between the bricks, a smile creeps across my face. Not a big smile but a smile nonetheless. And why do I smile? I smile because I'm getting out. I smile because I cannot wait to see the look on their faces when I show up at the annual summer party that's held in the town square. I smile because for once in my life I will not let them win. I've changed a lot. Being in here does that to a person. Makes you tougher and stronger somehow. You learn to fight and to not back down. You learn to gain respect and that's exactly what I've gotten. I've been on my best behavior so to speak, but in here you have to fight to survive. Backing down isn't an option unless you want to wind up being someone's bitch. Not that I'd mind that much either, but it's all about respect and status. Come to think of it, prison could almost be considered a convicts high school. But, instead of cliques you have gangs. People who watch your back and you watch theirs. It's the only way to survive a ten year stretch or any stretch that is longer than thirty days. In a way it makes you feel safer. It gives you a sense of security and makes you feel like you can conquer anything. And believe me; if you can survive ten years in prison, then you can survive just about anything as long as you don't cross anybody.
But now I'm going back to where it all began and I'm going to rock their world. They may have forgotten but they're about to remember in a big way. Their harsh reality is about to come crashing down on them and they're going to be forced to remember. All of them will. Because I won't rest until they do. I won't rest until the truth comes out. I have nothing left to lose. But they…they have everything to lose, and just like they turned my life upside down, I'm going to tear into theirs.
That's all for now.