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Jail Cell Creative Writing

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After being unconscious for I don’t how long, I awoke. My brain feels like someone is pounding it with a mallet from the inside. The only time I’ve ever had a headache this bad was when I fell from the rooftops the first time I tried to jump. My head had connected with the steel piping and I woke up in the alley four hours later with a killer headache that didn’t go away for two days. I cautiously open my eyes prepared for the searing pain of light. I don’t know whether to be glad or disappointed that there is a sack over my head, keeping me in the dark and oblivion. My feelings are left undecided when someone rips the sack from my head, exposing me to a dim light that still makes my head throb. A woman stands in front of me, about forty years old with brown hair streaked with gray and a face that once might have been pretty. We are in a small room that can’t be from the Town for the ceiling isn’t drooping. It looks like some sort of jail cell. …show more content…

“Bring him in,” she says over her shoulder to the girl who I’d forgotten was there. The girl sighs and stands up straight, pulling open the sole door in my jail cell. A man enters and I immediately recognize him. It’s the suede jacket man. The one I’d stolen from the night before. Was it the night before? A day ago? Two? I can’t remember. All I know was that the man was staring daggers at me while he walked or rather squeezed his thick shape through the narrow door frame.
The man stops in front of me and for a second I’m scared he might just kill me with two other people in the room. Alyssa puts a hand on the man’s shoulder and speaks to me.
“Isaac, this is Robert. He says you took something from him the other night,” she says in a tone that one might use for an insolent child that has done something wrong and needs to be asked to apologize. I nod once, a greeting and a confirmation as to what I had done.
The anger in Robert’s eyes just moments before is replaced with

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