Hobo sat in a police station, chained to the wall.
He looked into the other room and saw two men talking, and a 15 year old child sitting scared, muttering a couple words to the police officers when needed.
He thought about how he got into this mess. He was a 39 year old faggot. He had lost his first job at McDonalds, and furious on the way home he had lashed out on a random child. He repeatedly threw his fists screaming, pure bloodlust flowing through him.
Luckily he was extremely unfit and uncoordinated, so he only managed to hit the ground.
He clenched his fists.
He didn't deserve this.
He never did anything for this to happen.
All he ever did was keep to himself and be a completely useless human who contributes nothing to the world and relies on hand-outs and family to stay alive because he's a worthless sack of shit who can't support himself.
It wasn't his fault.
He knew that he couldn't stand for this. He looked to his hand, cuffed to the wall. He shouldn't be here. The only thing keeping him here was that cuff.
That wretched cuff. A pound of aluminium, the one thing keeping him from freedom. His right.
He could not accept it. How could such a miniscule object completely dictate his life?
He began to tug on the metal, his hand would not fit, but he kept tugging, like he did every lonely night before, but this time it only hurt. He only tugged. His hand began to escape, his skin stayed behind. Like a snake shedding skin he discarded the thing keeping him detained.
Hobo thought for a second, he was finally free. With a quick smile, he looked up and started dashing for the door, freedom within his grasp.
But almost as soon as he got up he was struck on the head by a police officer and detained again. "Fucking retard." the officer exclaimed.
Hobo was deemed mentally unstable and was sentenced to life in jail.
EDIT: this is hobobo