By: M14Mouse
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No bars. No dogs. No guards.
But it is still prison.
Of a different kind.
Of course, it is my fault that I got caught. Perhaps, deep down . . . I want to get caught. Maybe, I am sick of running. Ran away from my home, my friends, and myself. Ha! That is a laugh. I never knew myself. My dear "Father" made sure of that. I always had to hide and always wear a different face to suit a different purpose. I have been wearing these faces for so long. It is almost like I forgot who I am. It seems to me...I made a self made prison.
Hades! Here I go again...
Talking about prisons.
Think something positive like hunting, tracking, eating good food, pretty girls, and prison. Hades! It is that word again! Why can I get it out of my head?
Ugh...I give up. I am NOT going to prison. I am going to the Academy. A school for rich kids. Oh, Hades! This is a prison. How I am going to fit in? I can do it. Not too good at anything as just blend in. That will not work. The rich kids already know my history. I going to be a target. All need is a paint bull-eye paint on my chest. Of course, those rich kids could not survive a week on streets. They never know how you are always hungry and dirty. The rain does not help. The dirt just returns and it seems to bring brothers. You are always cold and never warm. Even when you find shelter. You always worry that you are going to be caught and throw out on those cold streets. It is funny. With everything I know and learn, where I am going does it matter?
