I ran on, into the damp, cold night. I could hear the howling of guard dogs from within the prison. The wide shadow of the houses loomed over me, whilst wailing of the police sirens almost deafened my ears. I clutched my toy crocodile tight to my chest that was my only belonging. I sprinted past a Horse and cart passing by. I couldn’t see a thing. I ran down a thin alleyway I collapsed into a heap, the voices of the policemen echoed behind me as they came closer the orange blur of the torch shone brightly in my eyes.
I was back at the prison. Again.