Prisoner's Diary

I had a dream that night.

In the dream, someone kept calling my name.

Who is he, who is calling me?

His voice was getting closer and closer, as if he was approaching me step by step.

I want to escape, my instinct tells me that that person is untouchable for me.

It is also someone who must not be mentioned.

I am sorry.

That was the only response I gave him.

sorry Sorry!I shouted.

It was painful, like carrying all the sins.

The moment I woke up, I felt like my heart was going to pop out.

What a terrible dream that was.

And beside me, that man was leaning against me.

Everything I'm going through now is because of this man.

I'm just an ordinary person, why did I become what I am now.

What the hell is that man hiding from me?

I pushed him away.

Looking at his hands, it has long since become the same as that man's, dirty.

If this is my fate, I don't want to admit it, and I can't admit it!

He clenched his fist unconsciously.

I, can't give up.