A Promising Youth

After being pulled out by the guards and beaten half to death, I was thrown into the confinement room. Instead of feeling fear, I felt an indescribable sense of security in the dark in the dark and small space.

No one could hurt me in this house of brass and iron. Above my head, the palm-sized air vent, mapping in a beam of light, looked like that beautiful girl.

“It will be fine”, I would always remember this sentence. Where there was darkness, there must be light. If I follow that light, one day I would find the meaning of living.

From then on, I fell in love with the feeling of confinement. The isolation and the taste of being able to fantasize about the beautiful girl without distractions became a rare moment of happiness in my life.

So whenever someone bullied me in the prison, I'd run up and bite them!

As long as I could not tear off a piece of flesh, I would never let go, because I have resentment in my heart. I treat all those who bullied me as my family to vent my anger!

So what if I got your head bashed in?

So what if I got clubbed by a prison guard?

All I knew was that after biting someone, I could be confined, and I could enjoy being in prison to have rare happy time.

And then later, all my cellmates were afraid to mess with me, they even thought I was a pervert!

Because I was the only one, who every time I came out of confinement, still managed to stay mentally sane, and the only one who was never afraid of being confined.

There was a time when I was unusually grumpy and my eyes were bloodshot because I could never swallow that anger. I hated my family. My brother had committed the crime and I was enrolled by a college, but because of my parents' partiality, I was a prisoner, and my brother, that uneducated bastard, went to my college under my name.

What made me terrified was that the pretty girl in college would consider my brother was me. My brother was horny and had a smooth mouth, so at that time I was afraid that the pretty girl fell in love with him.

was cowardly and humble, but when I

time was how to kill my parents and

so that the people in the cell avoided me. The man sleeping in my upper bunk held urine at night, afraid that he would wake me up and that I would fight with him. Suddenly, I became the devil in

gradually decreased. I never believed that prison could change a man, and it was the words of the strange

like spring rain, sprinkling dew on my parched heart, stitching

prison culture newspaper, encouraging inmates

up such a great opportunity when I was knowledgeable and

had to get out of prison early to find that girl and tell her that guy wasn't me. He was my brother and

not be fooled

library. Over the course of a week, I wrote over 2,000 words in an essay called, “It will

couldn’t remember the specifics content, but the general

Despite the darkness we are in, there

There will always be a glimmer of goodness in the world, even though

numbness, we can't give up on ourselves and those

my encounters over the years into the tip of my pen. Every word contained a scarred life, but I had never

front page of the first

treated me with respect and awe. Therefore a tiny sense of accomplishment grew within me. A feeling of

month later, I inexplicably transferred to another prison, which was under the jurisdiction of R City

and the environment was much better than the average prison.

was a man in his early 40s, with dark hair

you

first sentence he

“Wrongly accused.”