Prison Quotes









Who knew that an average US
prison meal is more nutritious than a public school one







 
If your heart was a prison, I would like to be sentenced for life

If you could see me now
chapter 14



"I told you not to come," I said as he sat down beside me.
"You should be grateful," he told me. "What's the matter?"
I sighed. "My Dad wrote to me."
He took a moment to understand why that was bad, but then he realised what was wrong with that. "Oh."
"Yeah." 
"So, are you going to write back?" he asked.
"Definitely not," I said. "He killed people. I don't want anything to do with him."
"I guess I see where you're coming from," he admitted. "Write back and tell him that."
"He told me to write back if I read the letter," I said slowly.
"Tell him you did," he told me.
"No, I can't." I teared up.
"Put yourself in his shoes," he said.
"No thanks."
"Okay, well imagine you did that and Tara watched. Then imagine she never wanted anything to do with you even though you loved her very much. Just imagine it."
I did, and pulled a face.
"Isn't so nice, is it?" he said.
"No, but that's different. This is my reality, Conor, and I don't think you understand it," I said, standing up off the sofa.
"How would I?" he snapped. "You didn't do a great job explaining it and I'm afraid to ask because you always break down whenever I do." His voice was getting louder. "It's part of your past, Jodie. You can't change the past! You need to embrace it, it's made you stronger."
"Has it?" I hissed. "I can't go a day without breaking down. Do you think I ask for that? Do you think I asked for any of this? Why would I do that? Huh? I hate every day in my life because Evan isn't here. He was the only good think my life had in years and now he's gone and so is Tara."
"What about me?"
I hesitated.
"Well?" he pushed.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Aren't I something good that has happened to you?"
"Don't  be so egotistical. You're just a replacement for Evan!" I yelled. I regretted the words as soon as I said them. The hurt in Conor's eyes was there, in large amounts. His face went red and I thought he was about to cry.
"I gave up Scarlet for you. She was my everything, I loved her more than anyone else. I'll never get her back now, will I? I gave you a job, I saved your life, and I've been there for you. Nice to know that that's how you thank me," he said, his voice low.
"Wait, I didn't mean it. You don't under-"
"I know, I don't understand. I get it," he snapped, glaring at me. He got up and left.
As soon as I heard his car start and drive off, I burst into tears. I picked up a glass vase from the bookshelf in the sitting room and threw it on the ground. It smashed into little pieces. I picked up one of the pieces and dragged it across my arm. Blood oozed from the cut. I winced in pain.
I kept thinking that if Tara and Evan, or Mum, or even Dad could see me now, they wouldn't be proud. Conor wouldn't be proud either. I dropped the piece of glass in my hand and went to the kitchen. I wrapped up the cut in a bandage. I was light-headed.
"This time next year, you're all going to look down on me and be proud," I promised, looking upwards. 


 
Author's Note:
It's been over two weeks since I last updated I am so sorry!!! I broke my wrist and was finding it hard to type and I have exams so I didn't have time. Forgive me.
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The average prison meal is more nutritious
than the average school lunch meal.
to some people home is their escape from the world
to me home is a prison
My Name's Tara.
I'm 15.
My New step-dad was an abusive alcoholic.
My crush since I was 9, asked me out last year and cheated on me with my sister.
My step-mom since I was a year old left my Dad.
My Father was never home and I hated him.
Then my mom gave me my first black eye, a week later a second.
Then a week later my grandma died. 4 Days before my birthday.
On my birthday my father went to prison.
I count everyday he's been gone.228
His girlfriend had a baby (his yes) on January 3rd.
I was a cutter.
I used to have an eating disorder.
I've lost 4 of my siblings to divorce.
6 weeks ago I overdosed. 52 Tylenol.
Yesterday my Godfather, caught on fire, and had second degree burns on 65% of his body. He's in a coma, he hasn't woken up.
And I'm still pushing through all this pain looking for the good.
You can too
Facebook is kind of like prison. You spend all day staring at walls and getting poked by people you don’t know.
Me: Hey Mom, wanna hear what we did in jail today?
Me: Sorry, I meant school. I can't really tell the difference.






Zebras are just horses


That escaped from prison

How do I break out of this box?
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