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Short Story Of Mikey: A Fictional Narrative

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Mikey looked up to the sky for a lengthy amount of time. “What are you in for?” he asked, finally putting his head down. “I’m in here for armed robbery,” he answered. Before he could continue, he was distracted by two prison guards. The prison guards were staring at them, laughing like a family at a zoo. Then he heard sirens, but he quickly realized it was a part of his hyperactive brain. I really am crazy, he thought. “I’m sorry for asking.” Mikey looked at the ground. “Some people don’t want to talk about that.” Travis couldn’t recollect the question he was asked. “What? “You were telling me how you got here.” He stopped looking at the ground. “I said you don’t have to talk about it.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for stopping; …show more content…

“I’m in here for life.” He started to push the doubt from his mind. Doing the right thing was the first thing on his mind when he got out, and his doubts weren’t going to stop him from doing that. All he needed to do was get out, and he could prove to himself that he was going to be a better person, even if most escapees …show more content…

He almost forgot to ask the important question. “How did you get here, in this hell hole?” “Did you watch the news a few years back?” “What do you mean?” “Years ago they called me the teenage monster.” He started to breathe harder. “Years ago, I killed my father; he was abusive. They gave me life.” Travis was appalled by his crime. Who would kill their own father? Then he thought about his crime, and it wasn’t any better. He probably took away someone’s father during the brutal robbery. I’ll get better, he thought. Mikey looked at him with another sad stare, and he suddenly realized where he recognized the stare. It was the same stare his mom gave him before he went to the streets with any gang that seemed appealing to him that day. He shook his head. I will go to my mother’s grave and apologize, he thought. “
I’m sure you’ve changed,” Travis said. “Yeah, I know the thing I did was horrible, but life is too much,” Mikey said. “I don’t think I deserve to be here. His troubled brain wished Mikey didn’t say that because doubt started to roll around in his head again. Of course you deserve to be here, we both do, he thought. He did his best to shake the doubt from his head; he desperately wished he could hear the sirens, so he could follow through with his

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