New Inmate 3 o clock, move to cell block 5. The day he walked in, is the day I came to terms with what I did. 30 years they told me in that courtroom. 30 years for the pain and suffering I put my family through. I always thought I was innocent, everyone gets dirty hands. I didn’t deserve to be here. Until I saw him and found out who he is. That night I saw the single tear fall from his eye. That tear, it was always in the back of my mind, that tear held pain, joy, love, and death – emotions and memories. But when I came, the tear fell and so his life ended.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me tell you about my father. He’s suave, elegant and some would say handsome. But he’s a businessman; and businessmen are the kings of the jungle. My father ran the southern alps maple company. Now it may not seem like much, but he always told me the maple business is tough. You see, back then I didn’t know what he did – for all I knew he was breeding ponies and selling them off to the highest bidder. He wasn’t, but… I found out what my father did the day before Mickys tear fell. In simple terms, my father’s actual business was contracting; it was making sure a person never woke up. Before I continue, I should say our family is very wealthy – 8 digit wealthy. So now you ask ‘why contracting?, is it for the money?’ Oh no. Remember, my father is a businessman, and people in his line of business don’t care about money, They care about favours. The reason my father hired me to do one of his jobs is because a person who owed my family a favour apparently fucked us over, so I got told to pay him a little visit.
Now you’re caught up on my father, let’s talk about me. My name doesnt matter in this story. But what does matter is my relationship with that name. My father and I’s name is the same. But our relationship has never been vibrant. My father and I are very distant. He ignored me my whole childhood and never did the basic fatherly things, like drop me off at school, play catch with me, have the talk. He just got the maids and butlers to do all that. All I wanted was his approval, But the day he came to me and asked me to do that one thing, I didn’t ask any questions, I just said yes. That yes cost me 30 years of my life. 30 years, because I wanted approvable from a person who never looked me in my damn eyes, who never said good morning or goodnight, someone who cared about a business more than his own flesh and blood.
Now finally, after all that bullshit, Let me tell you about Micky. Micky Jarive, 32 year old, lives and runs his business east side, keep that in mind. Now my father’s business runs on the west side. Mickys business, funny enough, is a maple company, and Micky was an ex-employee of my father. I’m not 100% sure on what happened the night he was fired, but I do remember Micky walking out with a black eye. Back to this east side thing, my father and the eastside have always had an interesting relationship, like mine and my father’s… just a lot more violence. The east-side, as my father would say, is competition; and when you’re a businessman, competition is your only obstacle to being on top.
I’m gonna skip past all the bullshit of why I was sent to kill him, just know Micky was threatening my father’s business because he wanted co-ownership of the maple company, and Micky supposedly blackmailed my father about his other business. You know, the “contracting”.
Now here’s the plan. 7:34pm exactly is when Micky finished dinner and would head back into his office. He would ask for a cold sparkling water from his bodyguard. His bodyguard would leave his room for exactly 3 minutes, enough time for me to sneak in and, as my father said, “pull the trigger.” Shots would be fired, and I would jump through the window behind his desk while leaving the gun next to his hand to make it seem like a suicide. That was at least the plan.
Here’s a little tip for you: plans never work.
21st of june 7:30pm is when I walked into the eastside Maple company headquarters. 20 meters down the hall to the left is where Mickey’s office was. I walked down, passing his bodyguard. Oddly enough, all he did was wave. I had a fricken gun in my jacket and all he did was wave. Anyways, I walked into Mickey’s office, Micky sat at his desk as I planned he would, but what wasn’t considered was when he saw me, stood up and said “hello” and told me to come sit down. This is where it all goes to shit. Micky asks his body guard for water, his bodyguard leaves the room and now I have my window. But I missed a key part in this situation, Mikey didn’t ask for sparkling water. I pull out my pistol, finger on the trigger and I shoot, A bullet hits Mikey straight in the chest. A scream arises and his bodyguard comes in, not because of the scream, but to ask if Mikey wanted sparkling water or still water. That’s where I fucked up, I should’ve run, but instead, I take shots at his bodygaurd, knocking him down too. What happens next is a blur, but I jumped out of the window as planned, ran back home, Police came to our door and arrested me, that bit wasn’t part of the plan.
But you know what I found out when I was in that courtroom? The reason Miky didn’t ask who I was, the reason the bodyguard only waved. They knew me. Miky has known me since birth, that’s because Mikys my uncle. So my father told me to go kill my family, and I did. And now, for the rest of my life, I have his blood on my hands. My father never cared for me nor for my family, he cares about business and the truth about my father, he was never the king of the jungle, he left the jungle leaving everyone else to starve.
So what’s the moral of this story, Maybe don’t kill people? Or maybe everyone has a story and the truth is you don’t know their story? That you should never focus on other peoples stories? That the only reason peoples stories end is because some jackass comes along and rips the page because they want to say they know your story and they are just like you But they’re really not? In Mickys story I was the jackass who ripped the page.
So that new inmate who walked in, that was Micky. I sat there telling him my story and at the end of my story I ripped the page out myself, A tear came down my eye and that tear fell too.
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