Now I did the worst thing that someone could do in prison. I cried like a little bitch, I cried to my God. Three days in that cell was living hell for me. Where was my God then? I ended my own suffering and I became my own God. On the third day a cell mate came up to me with his fists up ready to fight. I knew the procedure but I couldn't take it any more. I ran to the cell gate and called for the guard but that bitch ignored me. The cellmate turns Me around and starts beating the living shit out of me. He hit me in my stomach over and over again until he was satisfied. It was as if I was his punching bag. I slouched to the ground in pain but at the same time an uncontrollable anger possessed me. My eyes glimpsed an antenna on the television just outside of the cell. I tried to reach for it about three times and then I finally reached it. I broke it forming a point. That same night I crawled into his bed as if I was about to please him. I took up his pillow and stuffed it onto his face to muffle his screams. I stabbed him with the broken antenna over and over again making sure to twist it with each stab.

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