Personal Narrative: My Vile Room

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For the past three years of my life I sat in an old, filthy, vile cell. It wreaked of god knows what anymore. I would have done anything to leave this place. I would not even mind being moved to solitary confinement, at least the I would have a change in scenery. The only thing I would look forward to every day was the one hour of recreation we had outside. It was nothing like my old life, but I deserve to be in here.

My first day in here was nerve wracking. I was nervous to see how I would be treated, and who I would have to spend the next twenty years of my life with. Luckily, I was not placed with a psychotic maniac. Vince, my cellmate and I rarely talked when I first arrived. He did not seem as if he wanted to hear my life story, so I …show more content…

I thought what I had done was bad, but knowing that I would sleeping in the same room as an accomplice to murder, slightly scared me. I told myself to ignore what Vince told me, or else I would bring it up and say something stupid along with it.

After being in here for six months I did not feel as bad as I thought I would. I never had any problems with other prisoners, and my cellmate was my friend. I thought life was going great, that prison was not so bad, but I guess I was wrong.

Everyone who was new in here was terrified, so I would never get caught up with them, but not this guy. His name was Mike Ruther. Mike was moved here for good behavior from maximum security. I had known who Mike was before coming here. Everyone did. He was found guilty of two acts of second degree murder, and was sentenced 45 years in prison with parole in 30 years. I was trembling. How could someone decide to move a person like Mike him into a place like this. Everyone was talking about him. No one here would ever even think of going up against him.

As he was walking past me to go into his cell he overheard me saying I was scared of him. When someone like Mike Ruther hears you are scared of him, he will strive to make you tremble by just looking at him. I regretted saying what I said the moment it went out my …show more content…

Everyone had gone into the room ready to watch the movie. When I went in the restroom I saw one guard waiting outside for me, but when I came out no one was there. I was slightly worried, but I did not think to much of it. As I was walking downstairs to go to the screening room, three guys walked up to me. To my surprise it was Mike and his prison gang. I was nervous. My heart beating a mile per second. I thought I was going to die. That is when it came to me that Mike payed of the guard to leave so no one would see him. He pulled out a small pocket knife and started threatening me. I was scared for my life. Terrified to be honest. Right when the sharp blade of the knife grazed my neck, Vince walked in with a guard. Mike and his gang played it off and walked away. I was so grateful of what Vince had done for me. I would probably be dead if it was not for him. Without saying a word, Vince walked straight back into the screening room to continue to watch the movie. I wanted to thank him for saving me, but I was unable to find

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