A Promising Youth novel Chapter 3

After being pulled out by the guards and beaten half to death, I was thrown into the confinement room. Instead of feeling fear, I felt an indescribable sense of security in the dark in the dark and small space.

No one could hurt me in this house of brass and iron. Above my head, the palm-sized air vent, mapping in a beam of light, looked like that beautiful girl.

“It will be fine”, I would always remember this sentence. Where there was darkness, there must be light. If I follow that light, one day I would find the meaning of living.

From then on, I fell in love with the feeling of confinement. The isolation and the taste of being able to fantasize about the beautiful girl without distractions became a rare moment of happiness in my life.

So whenever someone bullied me in the prison, I'd run up and bite them!

As long as I could not tear off a piece of flesh, I would never let go, because I have resentment in my heart. I treat all those who bullied me as my family to vent my anger!

So what if I got your head bashed in?

So what if I got clubbed by a prison guard?

All I knew was that after biting someone, I could be confined, and I could enjoy being in prison to have rare happy time.

And then later, all my cellmates were afraid to mess with me, they even thought I was a pervert!

Because I was the only one, who every time I came out of confinement, still managed to stay mentally sane, and the only one who was never afraid of being confined.

There was a time when I was unusually grumpy and my eyes were bloodshot because I could never swallow that anger. I hated my family. My brother had committed the crime and I was enrolled by a college, but because of my parents' partiality, I was a prisoner, and my brother, that uneducated bastard, went to my college under my name.

What made me terrified was that the pretty girl in college would consider my brother was me. My brother was horny and had a smooth mouth, so at that time I was afraid that the pretty girl fell in love with him.

An honest man like me was cowardly and humble, but when I was pushed hard, I would do anything!

The most that was on his mind at the time was how to kill my parents and kill that bastard brother when I got out of prison.

The desire I wanted to kill them was written on my face, so that the people in the cell avoided me. The man sleeping in my upper bunk held urine at night, afraid that he would wake me up and that I would fight with him. Suddenly, I became the devil in the cell. Two meters around, no one dared to approach me.

After a year like this, the resentment in my heart gradually decreased. I never believed that prison could change a man, and it was the words of the strange girl that prompted my transformation, “It will be fine.”

The words were like spring rain, sprinkling dew on my parched heart, stitching up those furrowed wounds.

A year later, the prison was revamped and inmates were called upon to actively study culture. The city launched an essay campaign to create a prison culture newspaper, encouraging inmates to actively submit articles, and those who wrote well and could be published in the newspaper had the opportunity to have their sentences reduced.

How could I pass up such a great opportunity when I was knowledgeable and educated?

And I had to get out of prison early to find that girl and tell her that guy wasn't me. He was my brother and a total asshole!

She could not be fooled by him ......

So as soon as I could, I headed to the prison library. Over the course of a week, I wrote over 2,000 words in an essay called, “It will be fine.”

I couldn’t remember the specifics content, but the general idea.

‘It will be fine. Despite the darkness we are in, there is always a light inside;