The past five years I’ve been spending in the hole were by far the most horrid years of my life… I, Joshua Graham, was sentenced a decade in solitary confinement for murder. Well, I was accused of murder. I was naturally doing a favor for everyone. There’s now one less scoundrel in this horrid world. Everyone thought I was mad, that I needed time to reflect on my actions, but I was simply doing wrong for the greater good. I killed a mass murderer. The fugitive was about to commit the most atrocious crime I’d come across. My occupation was investigating, I wasn’t paid or anything but it was simply what I liked to do. I did my research and interrogation in the small apartment I rented and uncovered one of the foulest crimes I thought possible. He, the criminal, was going to raid an innocent family’s house during the night of Christmas Eve and mutilate the two adults. He planned on …show more content…
I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss anything outside this lonely box. All I have in this cramped room is a tough mattress on the left side. It feels like I’m going insane by the second. The painful wails at night of the prisoners next door, who used to be known for being tough as nails, are enough to make you wonder how traumatizing one’s thoughts can be. The occasional rat scurrying by or cockroach on the wall is the closest thing I have to pets, but honestly I’m not so fond of them. And the closest thing I have to daylight is the constant blinking of the bleak light bulb in the corridor that seeps through under the heavy metal door of my cell. My mind-it’s choking me-I can hear the voices in my head loud and clear now, it feels like I’m drowning in my own thoughts with no way to shut them out. I’ve started hallucinating long ago and speaking to the little girl in the corner of my cell. She says I won’t get out of here, my sanity won’t