Mum, Mum! I tugged on her wet sleeve, looking up at her harassed face as she pulled me through the crowded street in the December drizzle. I started to drag my heels and tried to pull her back to gain a snippet of her attention but it didnt work. She jerked me roughly by my wrist and without looking down snapped
Come on, Jamie, we havent got time!
But I saw Santa! I said again.
Of course you did, it is Christmas Eve, hes everywhere
No Mum, I saw the real Santa, with the reindeer and everything
Dont be daft Jay I could see she didnt wa
It is the last day of my life. I am sat here for the last time in this small prison cell I have been forced to sleep in for five thousand three hundred and twenty one days. The grey metal bed frame is chipped and rusted; my scratchy grey standard issue blanket is folded on the foam mattress. I ponder, not for the first time, but now the last on the irony of the state making sure these cells are suicide proof. They require absolute control over the exact time and nature of my death. I cannot cheat them of justice with suicide. My life is not my own. I hear footsteps, how many? Two, three set
Mum, Mum! I tugged on her wet sleeve, looking up at her harassed face as she pulled me through the crowded street in the December drizzle. I started to drag my heels and tried to pull her back to gain a snippet of her attention but it didnt work. She jerked me roughly by my wrist and without looking down snapped
Come on, Jamie, we havent got time!
But I saw Santa! I said again.
Of course you did, it is Christmas Eve, hes everywhere
No Mum, I saw the real Santa, with the reindeer and everything
Dont be daft Jay I could see she didnt wa
It is the last day of my life. I am sat here for the last time in this small prison cell I have been forced to sleep in for five thousand three hundred and twenty one days. The grey metal bed frame is chipped and rusted; my scratchy grey standard issue blanket is folded on the foam mattress. I ponder, not for the first time, but now the last on the irony of the state making sure these cells are suicide proof. They require absolute control over the exact time and nature of my death. I cannot cheat them of justice with suicide. My life is not my own. I hear footsteps, how many? Two, three set