Hello There-
1. The stupid Author's Note line thingy is not working for my computer for some stupid reason.
2. Yes, I know I have another story that I haven't finished or updated for a while. I'm working on that.
I need to re-read it and get back in the vibe for that story. I was a bit busy with getting used to my dad living
with me again, and going back to school. I promise I will have more up very VERY soon.
Luvz from the Crypt!
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The prison cell felt like the walls were slowly closing in. The air was stale and hard to inhale without his chest tightening up painfully. He'd had never known himself to feel claustraphobic yet here he was, practically hypervenalating from the sense of no escape. The small light that hung from the cold gray bricks swung from the movement on the floor above him.Voices drifted in and out, coughing, laughing, and noises he didn't want to hear. He sat on the filthy torn mattress on the bottom bunk, his head in his hands. His mind was racing with panic; his heart pounded in his chest, echoing throughout his head. It'd been three days and he couldn't get over it. Most say you get used to it. But he knew he never would. Seven years in prison is a long time. He was lucky he didn't get more. Seven years for falling in love. Seven years for holding his sweetie in his arms. Seven years for believing love conquers all. Riley Poole was a beaten man.