Prisoner Escape: Tales Of A Convict

Donald jolted upright from his bed, in a cold sweat.  He had the same nightmare again. Ever since he robbed that bank

all those years ago, the nightmares didn't stop for him.  He did have some peaceful night's sleep, but that was not a lot.

"ALRIGHT YOU GUYS, UP AND CENTER!" The prison guard yelled.  Donald eventually got up, groaned and quickly put on

his clothes as did the rest of the people from the other cells. "COME ON PEOPLE, BREAKFAST STARTS IN LESS THAN 5

MINUTES IF YOUR LATE, YOU WILL GET NO FOOD!" Damn Donald hated that guard, always a pain. Sure there were other nice guards, but this one was a typical drill type sergeant type of guard. His cell block always seemed to get stuck with him.

Donald and his other cell mates got up and before they knew it, there cells were unlocked and they were in a straight line. "COME ON LADIES LETS GO, STRAIGHT LINE COME ON!!" Donald grumbled under neath his breath.  "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY DONALD??!" The prison guard yelled in his face.  Donald wanted to punch this guard so bad, he made his life here a living hell.  But when your in prison, your rights are taken away, so your not in control, but still he wondered, why a drill type guard? "DONALD LENTINI, IF YOU DON'T ANSWER ME IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS, YOUR WHOLE CELL BLOCK WILL HAVE A HOUR LATE BREAKFAST, SO I ASK AGAIN, REPEAT  WHAT YOU JUST SAID!!!!" Donald looked at his cell mates, they were starring daggers at him.

"Sir, I said nothing sir, i was just talking to myse- "WHAT WERE YOU TALKING TO YOURSELF FOR DONALD?!!?" Donald hated this, whenever the guard asked him a question, he would never give him time to respond. "Nothing Sir, I was just saying I wonder what will have for breakfast today sir."  The guard starred him down trying as hard as he could to look intimidating to Donald.  "OK, THAT WILL BE ALL DONALD, THE REST OF YOU MOVE!!!!"

The guard yelled. Other guards joined in help escort the inmates to the breakfast wing. Donald went through the line, got his breakfast, and sat down at his normal table, he sat by himself.  He wasn't a hardcore criminal, just got caught in the wrong crowd.  So he feel he didn't belong to sit with the other inmates, so he sat alone. Luckily no one usually bothered him, because they thought he was a wimp and they couldn't use him.  He was lucky in that sense.  He always tried to steer clear of the gangs and riots as much as possible. But sometimes people did come over to his table and give him shit, but the guards usually put a stop to it before he got hurt.

But today was different, one of the inmates went up to him and started talking crap to him getting in his face. Donald tried to back away, but to no avail, before he knew it he was punched right in the stomach.  He clenched his stomach in pain, and after that about 5 guards detained the person who punched Donald and dragged him away.  Donald just sighed and clenched in pain and returned to what was left of his breakfast.

After breakfast was over, he went back to his cell, and inmates had 1 hour to relax before recreation court came along.  Donald just sat in his bed, somewhat clutching his stomach in pain.  He hated this life.  He wished there was a way out.  He knew he had to do 10 years of this.  He wasn't made for prison.  After taking like 5 minutes to pity himself he got up and stretched in his cell and decided to lay down.

He thought of how it would be nice to go away to a faraway land, just to get away from all this. He thought about how he got in this mess. He thought of the day when he got pressured into the bank robbery.  He was with his group of "friends" when one of them had a uncle who had a AK-47.  The group decided they would use it to rob a bank and get some quick cash.

Donald was chosen to have hold the gun and demand the bank teller for the money. Why? They said do it for us. He was told to demand 10 grand.  He now knew they just used him so if they got busted he would get the hefty charges.  He was supposed to get the money and bring it to the getaway vehicle where his "friends" were waiting.  When he got in the van they drove off.

They were caught 3 days later and they were all individually tried.  Donald got the worst punishment because he was the one who actually held the gun and demanded cash from the bank teller. The rest of his "friends" got from 2 years to a few months.  He ratted out his friends and told the police where they lived.  When they found large quantities of cash in their respective homes, they were arrested.

His friends scowled him for ratting them out and saying stuff like: "You deserved those 10 years" and, "I'm gonna get you when you get out." Donald sat their for 15 minutes thinking all of this.  He just thought of how stupid he

was to get caught up in this.  He felt angry because he was used by his "friends"  The more he thought about it, the more

angry he got.  So he stopped thinking about it.  He let out a sigh and tried to get a  comfortable position in his bed.

When all of a sudden, a bright white flashed in the corner of his cell.  His curiosity got the

better of him and he went over to inspect the light more closely.  It was very bright, but not bright enough to blind him.  When

he reached out to touch it, he felt light headed, and then Donald faded into unconscious.