2 Release

12/8/2015

Tomorrow was the day. The day which I would be released. The day in which I would regain my freedom. The day that I had waited for a long time.

It had been 10 long years. 10 years of fighting, pain and violence. 10 years of paranoia and looking behind my back every minute. That night I could not sleep for some reason. Usually most people would be out like a light and sleep like a baby.

I just didn't know what it was! This anxiety! This sadness! For the past 10 years I always wondered if what I felt was regret. I don't think it was since the only time I truly felt alive was when I took the live of living creature.

"Come on pass the blunt bruh!" Ezekiel said. Ezekiel was my cell mate. He was also one of the reasons I survived so long in this place. He would have my back and I would his. That was how this place was. This was not even super maximum security this was ultra security.

Surprisingly it was like any other prison the only difference was the high level technology used to build this prison. Besides that it was like any other prison, two cellmates, illegal contraband among other stuff.

I feel like they knew we had all this stuff but they let us have it to keep us calm and to make a profit on their ends.

I passed the blunt to Ezekiel as I blew out the smoke from my mouth. I pulled a mirror out from underneath my pillow and looked at my scarred face. A scar ran from the right of my eye all the way down my cheek.

"Ay... cough... cough... I always wondered, did your parents hate you?" Ezekiel asked as he passed the blunt back to me.

"Your parents named you Mercury, hahaha they must have hated you so much!"

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and looked at my scarred face.

"Probably!" I replied with a sad expression on my face. I laughed at the joke the was made at my expense because I truly thought it was funny and slightly ironic.

One of them just dipped and I had no idea where they went. For all I know they could be dead or a stripper somewhere. The other loved me a lot but it was one sided. I doubt I could feel love at all. Look where his love got him. It got him put six feet under.

"Hahaha, I have never seen a black man named Mercury Maxwell... hahahaha... But I guess that's what expected of light skins. They always got some weird ass name."

I took a long hit as Ezekiel watched. "Ayyy bruh... I think that's enough... I said THAT'S ENOUGH!" Ezekiel took the nearly finished blunt out of my hand.

"Roll us another one!" I said.

"Nah bruh, I ain't gonna smoke all my ganja in one night just for you my n**ga!"

"Come on man, I'm leaving tommorow, this is gonna be the last time we smoke together for a long time, besides since I'm leaving I'll give you my stash."

"Alright... alright... but if you dip without giving me your stash then who knows what might happen when I am released."

"Listen you know where my stash is, you can take all of it except for the money, I need the cash!"

"Everything?"

"Everything!"

"That includes the burners, the cigarette packs, the weed, the shanks, the playboy magazines, the moonshine..."

"Bro I said everything aight."

We smoked for a long time and just enjoyed ourselves. This was quality weed man.

_____

Today is the day. The day where I was finally released from prison. The day I gained freedom.

I was standing outside the prison in plain looking clothes. It was given to me by the prison gaurds as I had no clothes.

I inhaled the fresh air of freedom. Freedom at last. Although it rained and there was sunshine on the other side of the wall it just felt different.

_______

I had managed to get a motel room for myself for an entire week. I had 10,000 bucks to my name and I carried it in cash. I had been saving this up for 2 years. I sat down on the bed. It felt soft and comfy compared to my prison bed. I fell asleep almost instantly as I sank into the bed.

The next morning I woke up at around 10 o clock. I felt refreshed like I had not slept for a long time. Truthfully speaking I actually didn't sleep well in prison. Courtesy of my best friend by the name of Paranoia.

I went to the local diner and sat at the counter. A pregnant red haired woman who seemed to be in her late 20's came over. "Hi, What can I get for you?"

"Hi, can I get the Australian special?"

"I'm sorry we don't serve that during breakfast."

"Ok then let me get the Texas ultimate breakfast meal?"

"It will be ready in 10 minutes."

"Thank you," I said. I paid for my meal and I slided 20 dollars across the table. "That's for you." I said.

The lady thanked me. I was sitting at the counter and waited for for a while. I looked around and saw a child staring at me. I guess it was natural. Had it not been for my scar then I was sure that I could get into the modeling industry. Gray eyes, strong cheekbones, black lips and flat hair, I was the definition of beauty.

I waved at the child and smiled. The child smiled back and waved. A man who was sitting next to him saw this.

He got out of his chair and walked to me.

"Can you stop that? I don't want my child becoming friendly with strangers."

"I'm sorry," I apologised. "I will not do that again." I spoke in a soft polite manner.

The man was a redneck. He wore a sleeveless biker jacket and a bandana. His jeans were dirtied from what looked like oil or petrol, I could not tell.

The lady returned with my food and placed it down on the counter for me. She then poured me a cup of coffee.

"What's your kind doing around these areas, boi?" The waitress looked up and stared at the man. She was about to say something but I told her it was okay. She had a lot to say but I just tapped her hand and reassured her it was okay.

She left and went back to the kitchen.

"I'm speaking to you boi, answer me when I speak."

I ignored the man and started to enjoy my food. "Why are you ignoring me, you fucking freak!"

BAAAAAAAM!

A punch landed on the guys face making him stagger backwards. I then grabbed the hot coffee and poured it on his face. It was something I had learnt in prison. Using everything around me as a weapon.

I swiped the man's leg making him fall on the floor. I went on top of the man and pounded on his face, each hit dealing significant damage. I had worked out a lot in gym. I had a tall lean muscular body with muscles that qualified me for amateur bodybuilding.

I was pulled of by the people who were around but it was to late for the redneck. His two front teeth were missing and there was blood on his eyes. His entire face was covered in blood. That's what he got for calling me a freak. I did not even care about the racial slurs he hurled at me.

I got the guys who was holding me back to let go of me and I sat down to enjoy my breakfast. My money was limited so I did not want to waste this meal.

______

Hey guys, tell me what you think of this story. First story on webnovel and I would greatly appreciate your feedback.

Please put it in your library as well and I would appreciate if you voted with either power stones or golden tickets.