I sometimes think that the world is always against me. I feel like there's no hope. I always thought that I had a family to always defend me. Wheather it was a good decision that I have made in my past or a totally stupid one. Hm. I guess I was wrong. I guess dreams don't come true. No, my past isn't sunshine and unicorns and never will be any of the fairytail shit that you see on Disney movies. When I was a kid, yes. I did think when I grew up, I was going to be like Mulan because she's brave and stands up for what she believes in. I don't consider her as a princess because she stands out more from the other princesses. But, besides that ... hear I am. In bandages. I can't see anything. Where the hell am I?
I can see this woman taking some bandages off my face. "Yes, this seems it has healed up nicely." she said with a shocked look. Something in her eyes told me that she wasn't expecting me to be awake ... even after 5 minutes she told someone that I was awake.
"Be careful doctor, the patient's dangerous." one of cops said with a worried look creeping upon his face. The other cop that was African American pointed a finger at me. He looked disgusted at the sight of my face. Did the explosion really fuck up my face that badly? "You have anything you want to say to the judge you better start thinking of it now." the cop said. The other one looked at him and said ''You're wasting your breath. We better get a hold of Troy."
TROY?! The saints Troy. Huh? Wait, Troy is working with the cops? I just shook my head. Troy ain't working with the police. Well, then again he did seem like a pussy when Julius offered him-. Julius. My friend, Julius Little. I don't know where he was. I needed him by my side. Argh, where is my brother from another moth-
"Psst, hey." a voice said. Then the curtain flung open. Cool i'm back in my old habitat. Jail. "Is it really you?" he said. He looked shocked. He had a purple beanie on his head & had this baby face that kinda made me melt. But, then again he looked soft. He was clearly in the spanish decent. The acent gave it away.
"I'm sorry do, I know you?" I asked. Was he a fan or something. I mean, i've been on the news alot lately. Not to brag or anything. "I heard you woke up and in here. Look I gotta get you outta here." he said. He seemed so motivated and determined.
"You kinda dogged the question. Who are you?" I asked. "Oh sorry. I'm Carlos Mendoza. Now like I said. I gotta get you outta here." he said.
"Why would you want to get me outta here. You barely now me."
"That's not true. I know you think you're a bad ass but, do you know where you are?"
"Jail. I'm not fuckin' stupid."
"Yeah, on a god damn island"
I was in a jail on a island. Yup, my life is fucking wonderful. You get blown up and then get transfered to a jail on a island. Don't I have a great life? I looked down and then shot my head back up to Carlos.
"Well, do you have a boat stashed here?" I asked. He looked at me like he failed me already. "No." he said. Then added to his sentence like a light got turned on inside his brain. "... But I know where we're going to steal one."
Hmm. I'm starting to like this kid. I probably shouldn't call him kid because he's probably the same age as me. He seemed confident. It was like looking at a mirror when I saw him become cocky. Like I did with Julius when he ordered me to do some wacky missions for him.
"Okay, lets go." I said. I swooped my legs from the bed and just stood there.
... I'm taking back my life.