This is a little thing that randomly came into my head one day. I don't know if I should turn this into a story or just leave it to your imagination. Please let me know what you think. Enjoy.
That's it. I'm trapped. Trapped forever in this poor excuse for a cell. This is my third time in prison. The first time I was in here was for shoplifting, the second time for breaking out and now I'm in here once again for my second attempt to escape. I must be on a life sentence by now, considering how much hell I've stirred up for the cops. Doesn't matter really, doesn't bother me. I didn't have much of a life in the free world. Ever since my parents discovered that I had been caught for shoplifting, my life has just gotten worse and worse. They never talk to me, they've practically disowned me. The only person who stays in contact with me and actually seems to still like me is my sister, Samantha. She visits me regularly, sneaking away from her quiet normal life living with her boyfriend. She is also the reason why I'm in here, I said I was in here the first time for shoplifting, well, I stole a necklace for her birthday. She never got that necklace.
I examined my 'room' since I might as well get used to it. My eyes could only see a few details as it was mostly dark. I was going to have to rely on my sense of touch as long as I resided here. Thankfully, two rays of light were present in my cell. The beam that illuminated the cell door appeared to the bright work of a single bulb while the conflicting beam illuminated a barred hole in the ceiling, only offering a dim natural light. Also, highlighted in the beams were irregular stone bricks, separated into rectangles due to the shadow of the bars. As for my bed, it was just a rocky ledge spread with a white rag. I could already tell by the appearance that I wasn't going to get much sleep. My eyes glanced to a guard walking by my door, his shadow casting on the floor. He turned his head to look at me and shot me a glare, telling me to not test him. I returned his glare, cursing him and the law for putting me in here. The guard turned forward and walked out of sight. I tore my glaring eyes away from my door and strode over to my 'bed'. I slowly edged my bruised body down to rest my head and tried to rest my eyes. Oh! By the way...
You can't sleep behind bars.
So, what do you think? Should I turn it into a story or leave it to your imagination? Please let me know what you think with a review. Thanks! :)