Personal Narrative: My Life In Prison

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I sat in my cell with regret leaning against the metal bars, I sobbed in silence. My eyes were wide open, it felt like they were flaming with fire. My beard was grown in a scruffy manner. I had no strength to be grooming myself, after months of hard work. I could see my grey hair coming out. My physical appearance had no concern upon me. Only my brother did. My brother was Cameron he was scheduled for execution within this month. He had been set up and was convicted for the murder of the vice president’s brother.

I was a typical new criminal who had recently come into custody and sent to prison for attempting to rob a bank. The correctional officer had worked at that prison for years and always looked at me as if he wanted to understand what
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Other prisoners would see me as being strange because I wouldn’t communicate with them they also thought this was usual because it was what everyone else did.

I tried my best to contact my brother, Cameron at the prison when he was allowed out for some air. I said to him that we are both going to break out of prison, with the plan I had constructed for months. My plan was extremely complex it involved ingenious design and fabrication, dangerous and highly flammable liquids. Some of this kit I would only find in then prisons storeroom which later on I would need access to. I would also require a variety of crudely made tools to dig with, and to construct the accessories necessary to escape.

By the 2nd week I had already dug through the cell’s six by ten inch vent holes, and had started had already got started on the cellblocks vents. I had discussed my plan with my prison partner because I would need his help .His name was Rick. I would also need Brads help from another cell to get him the special equipment’s to escape. This meant I needed to make connections on the prison block, this will aid me in my escape .So, Brad and Rick would be escaping with me and my