Planning to escape prison is not an easy task to carry out. At a certain point you start to wonder if it would even be worth it, being on the outside again. As damaged as you are already, society would at once pink slip you. 72 hour (about 3 days) psychiatric hold.
Mandatory.
Doors locked. No one cares if you're alive or dead as long as you're physically there for count.
Sounds familiar. I am terrified that this prison will be the death of me. I am blessed enough already that the warden allows me to stay hydrated, so I dare not ask for more calorie intake than he allows.
Except, there are no bars. This isn't a prison. It's a tiny square room, with orange walls. Miami Hurricanes decor and more football posters.
He isn't the warden, his name is DeAngelo Williams; he is my soul mate.
He is the prison from which I need to escape.