I was scared.
I was only 11.
I heard the guards running, shouting in their code. One opened my cell, tells me to go with him, I don’t remember it from there.
I remember that when I got out of the cell I woke up in a room. I looked left and scratched my head as I instantly spotted a camera, I looked right and there was a door where I needed a code. All that was around me were the monotonous white walls that took over the place and swallowed everything in. I felt like I was powerless. There was a thin plastic sheet and a thin piece of wood held up by what seemed to be a bed frame made of rotted wood, this place was robotic, “surely it was inhumane for anything or anyone to stay in here” I thought. I was thinking of a way to pass time, I lay on the so-called bed before I hear a loud bang of the door. “Get off now!”. I instantly jumped up off the bed. Shaken I started pacing around the room trying to think about what I had even done to be in here in the first place.
I was in that room for a week.
I don’t know how I lived.
A thing walked in, it seemed robotic. He paused between all of his words before calling me to the reception labelled “severe crime management”.
This was when I’d caught onto what I’d done.
I had to choose my plead for court, I was told this was an “unescapable maximum security custody” I didn’t want to plead guilty but I knew I had done it. I had to pick a legal firm for a lawyer to support me in my case, I browsed until I found ‘The law Squad’. They had a rather appealing website and as I had a case I did have to name it. ‘The murder of Joe Foe’ I chose my plead and I was told for this if I was found guilty I would be placed in the general block at Alcatraz.
I prepared my speeches and I was confident. I went to court and delivered my plead and speeches.
The judge said. ‘YOU ARE…