The harsh life digging

I'm awake

Another day, it's like nothings happening yet so much is. I get up and look in the mirror, it's one of those feeling where you think you look bad but your trying to find the good in yourself. I think of what everyone's told me "just do what we do" "your like the rest of us". Geez they all are sayin' the same thing. Well everyone 'cept for Alan, he's the best I tell you. I feel like goin' to sleep but I know what sergent would say bout' that. I get dressed and put my sweaty white shirt in the washer. I get my dirty drill out. I go to my station and start drillin'.

I hear on the speaker "Jeremy stayed up after  1:00AM for the fifth time! You know what this means!" I feel bad for that guy. Everytime you stay up after 1:00 everyone gets to slap you to "wake you up", I've had it done and it hurts. now that [Removed] is getting more and more members it gets work, and now this Jeremy has to get slapped for the fifth time in a row everyone starts walking over to  the "white room" basically a room that has barely anything in it so they just do whatever in it. I get there and see the line of people slapping him, I hate this, he looks so sad and in pain and everyone is just ok with it. I look over and see Alan next to me, his eyes are watering a bit too. I try to stop myself from thinking too much. But a human is being hurt and I hate it, I just can't stand people who think this is ok.

It's my turn, I get pushed up to Jeremy by one of the guards. Jeremy is in tears wanting for it to be all over, as much as I wanted to try to be the hero and save the day I knew how weak I was compared to everyone. I couldn't just weak slap Jeremy either 'cause they'll know. I imagine his pain, and try to stop thinking 'bout it, but I can't, I try to slap him but my emotions get to me, I collapse on the floor in tears. I hear sergeant say to me "Get the fuck up pussy." I just can't though, as much as I want to my body won't allow me, I hear tons of people laughing. to be continued