"Imagine an inmate sitting in his cell with little else to keep him company but a red marker as he marks off each day that passes. The island is totally abandoned now: only shepherds live here in place of those who once resided within the prison walls. An estimated 4,000 were killed by other inmates or guards, or were otherwise executed." - Written by: Michele Collet
((Open Rp anybody? I need someone to be Drew. Credit to @EbonyFire)) I reach my hand into the small box of light cut into my door. I scream for Drew "Please! Help me, don't let them do this!!". I sob and get ready to give up. I suddenly feel a hand holding mine, I deep voice whispers into he cell "I'm right here, calm down, I'm getting you out"
This is in Jerome, Arizona, inside the old jail house which slid down the hill in the town during a mining-blast-induced mud slide. The structure is largely in tact, despite having been moved several hundred yards downhill, placing it about 3 blocks further south in the town.
" Something so benign for me construed as cruelty ,Such a difference between who I am and who you see , Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect , I don’t know who you’re talking to with such fucking disrespect,This shit’s making me crazy, The way you nullify what’s in my head, You say one thing do another ,And argue that’s not what you did,Your way’s making me mental, How you filter as skewed interpret, I swear you won’t be happy til I am bound in a straight jacket " Alanis