By xeroxipher on Skatehive
Chapter 1: Cold Sweats Jericho had been serving his ten-year sentence since the day he turned seventeen. Attempted murder. He was getting out in one week. Three years early. Where he came from didn’t matter anymore. He didn’t let his mind go there. He was going to New York City. That was the plan. New life. New rules. \\\\\\\ As the metal doors of his cell slammed shut for the night, Jericho closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep. In his dreams, a man stood in front of him. His face was blurred, like it didn’t want to be remembered. “You ain’t nothin’ but a bitch,” the man said. “And you ain’t never gonna be nothin’ but a bitch.” Jericho jolted awake, drenched in sweat. His chest burned as he leaned over the small sink in his cell, splashing cold water on his face, gripping the metal like it could anchor him. His hands were shaking. Get it together. He lay back down. \\\\\\\ “You sure about this, Jericho?” a voice asked. “This is serious.” “I ain’t no punk,” Jericho replied. BANG.