I went on another exhausting journey down the central spiral staircase, and almost slipped on a pile of gravel. I wasn't thinking straight. This whole week had been too much to bear. Almost down three floors, I sat on the steps, questioning why I was even here. Maybe this is your punishment. Killing that man changed who you are, and this is the world telling you that you belong with the disgraced thugs in this gang. It wasn't like I could change anything at that point, I was stuck with these people. Possibly until I die a gruesome death at the hands of another loser like me.
Eventually I made my way down to my room, entered the key in the door, and the knob fell off. "Of course." I muttered. Kneeling, I picked up the knob, and threw it off of the balcony. It exploded right on the hard stone of the first floor. Feeling extremely embarrassed, I opened my broken door by sticking my fingers through the hole where the knob used to be, and slipped inside, slamming it behind me. At least seven rats ran through a hole in the wall, fleeing in terror. In the 8x8 foot room, there was one small bed, a desk, only one chair, and there was only a single window in the wall used for light which was only just bigger than my torso. I was still wearing my prison jumpsuit, and the only item I had with me was that key.
My two choices were a quick death in a luxurious prison, or a slow death in a broken-down hole, with only a key to keep me company.
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