You decide to just wing it, and make up your escape you go. But as you're stepping out of your cell, a voice from behind you says "Don't even try it. " You turn around, and recieve the shock of your life, as you see yourself dressed in a white suit standing behind you. "What the hell? Who are you, and why do you look like me?"
The other you smiles. "Let's just say I'm your conscience, your guardian angel if you will. I've been trying to get through to you for over thirty years now, and I think I speak for everyone when I say it's high time you cleaned up your act."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying you need to change your ways and serve your time, or else. "
You scoff. "Or else what? What'll you do, you're just an hallucination. In fact, why am I even talking to you? " Your so called guardian angel sighs. "I suppose I should have expected this, you always were a thick headed and stubborn one. I should know, I've been watching you your whole life."
Suddenly, instead of a prison cell, the both of you are standing in a hospital room. A woman lay in a bed with a bundle in her arms. You turn to your conscience and ask "Where are we? " "Where do you think? This is the day you were born. " You turn back to the woman in the bed, who you now recognize as your mother. Just then a doctor enters the room. Ah, Mrs. Wilson, hope you're well. How's the little bundle of joy?" Your mother smiled "Very well. I've decided to name him Wade Jonathan Wilson Jr." Where is the father? " The doctor asked. Your mother suddenly frowned "His father is probably laying drunk in a gutter somewhere. "
Suddenly the scene changes, and you see yourself….
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