JAILED

[Byron]

The story is written with horrid handwritting. It seems that blood had dripped onto the page randomly from a wound by the writter.

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"ARR! Dis be for your own gud!" Durin's voice echoed throughout the unhabited forest and jail.
Pendar simply nodded. I swear sometimes I felt like i could strangle Pendar for being so ignorant twords me.
"She tempts me to do it!" I exclaimed trying to save myself, "She spits on me, kicks me, and burns me by pushing me into a fire!"
Pendar raised a brow and Durin laughed, "Whatever Byron."
"Ill die in here! Please durin! You cant do this to me!"
"I can der' whatever i feel like derin'!" Durin looked at me, as if ready to spit on me hiself.
"Ill bring yer' food tomorrow, you pathetic escuse of an Orc."
Durin thumbled with his keys for a moment, trying a few on the jail door.
Pendar just stood there, staring. I could kill him.

After Pendar and Durin left me in this hell i was thirsty. I looked at the pool of water in the cell.
I saw a fish, and the water was dark orange.
"I am going to die in here" I said to myself. Feeling scared I let up a hard smoker, Desert Sky Caspul, bout the strongest there ever was. I lit it using two stones on the floor. I puffed a smoke ring, and looks as a leaf fell onto my cigar embers, catching on fire instantly.
"Hmm.." I was contemplating the thought of a burning leaf. I looked over at the trees. I thought of something hellish to do. I knew what I COULD do, but should I?

I took the cigar in one hand, ready to throw it over the jail wall and onto the forest ground. I thought of this, what it would do, and what would happen to me. I put the cigar in my mouth and fell asleep, knowing tomorrow would be the day i get out.

Later that night I woke up, i was thirsty and there was no were to go to the bathroom. Moaning i looked at a corner, and then the orange water. I WAS going to die that night, the final night of my sentance. Then i smiled, an idea of what to do. I lit my waste and tossed it over the wall, hitting the skeletons and hearing their screeches as their bones burn. I was having the time of my life!
Now one problem was solved, the other one, thirst, was still an issue.

I came up with two sollutions. One, drink the fishy water, or.. Drink my own blood. I was rembering in a magic class with Jeremy when he said that blood is 50-60% water. But there was a problem, Durin had tooken my wepon (and by now proboly sold it for a few ingots to buy beer with).
Looking around i can only manage to see a few things that would cut. A stone, a sharp plant leaf, or a finger bone form a dead roommate. I took the leaf, closed my eyes, and cut my wrist. I drank the blood.

I cant rember what happened next, but im pretty sure i passed out.

Later that night Durin awoke my bloody slumber and tossed me out in town. I was still a little dazed from my Cigar and i feel tierd from the blood lost. but still, i was free to go.