What would you do if you were between the devil and the deep blue see?
Most of you have heard this ridiculous question, sometime in your life.
But what would you do if you were the devil, the people in the court waiting for my final judgement didn't try to hide it.
I was him in their eyes, the rot of society they didn't understand.
I push them into an uncomfortable corner so they would rather use me as a scape goat to excuse their very own failures.
Then blame me for drowning in the sea.
The judge looked at me one last time after counting the multiple charges I had broken.
Disgust would be a merciful word to describe how he looked at me.
"You are sentenced to life imprisonment without any possibility of a parole"
His stamp echoed around the hall and I really wished he gave me a death sentence.
They trialed me as an adult because the society I lived in was in rampage, teens were commiting crimes that shook them to the core.
So they thought the best way to punish them would be sending them to a normal prison.
Funny I saw something like this on the news the other day, now I'm the one being sentenced.
I didn't think much about pleading guilty, I thought it would make the punishment harsher.
Boy was I wrong.
The voices around the court echoed in triumph while I was dragged away in cuffs.
I laughed at their sense of justice, sending a boy to a den of criminals.
Only to groom more monsters that would never be able to live in the outside world.
I for one preferred the death sentence, innocent or not, it was better than a living hell.
The truck moved while I stared at the prison guard. He clutched his gun like I possessed the powers to break through the bullet proof box caging me.
I smiled at him oddly amused by the thought of being feared, when I was scared of what awaited me in prison.
I had a little knowledge, the fights, the rape and the drugs.
How the heck would I survive?
I walked slowly trying not to trip over the chains holding my hands and legs together.
I walked deeper, leaving fractions of the world I knew behind.
We came to a halt and I could feel the tension radiating towards me when the chains came off.
I looked ahead to the alley that led to the rows of prison doors.
The hunger in their eyes made my stomach
flip in disgust.
I was fresh meat.
The cell door closed and all I could do was hug the box filled with items close to my chest.
"finally getting a young boy for a room mate" the man's voice ecoed behind me.
I slowly heaved out the breath I didn't remember holding back.
If you ignore him, he will leave you alone.
So I slipped my box under the and lay down to sleep.
It dipped down comfortably, until the man climbed down to face me.
"You are cute too" he smiled tracing his tongue on the line of his upper lip.
His hair looked as frail as his body, but the crazed look in his eyes were something i'd have to keep out an eye for.
"Go away" I said, trying not to sound like a kid chasing away some rmonster under the bed.
I closed my eyes and listened to the silence,
Until he grabbed me by the arm.