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Chapter 1

My eyes opened an inch as I heard the screaming. It was high pitched, it was of a criminal's, and it was early in the morning. But I was used to these kind of happenings – well, you do when you're stuck in a prison cell for as long as I've been. Just the first five months took a lot of getting used to.

The screaming had not stopped as he had been chucked into the empty cell in front of me, a wild animal needing to be tamed. He sat in the back right corner of his cell and cried. Just cried. He didn't cover his face with his hands like everyone else, his hands dangling off his bumped up knees. I looked at his red face; he had rose cheeks, a black bold stubble and strong green eyes.

I looked at him and stored him in my 'Memory' box in my head. I had decided that since the police officers still haven't decided fully what they will do to me, there is no point sitting here and thinking about what would happen to me. If did do that I would probably just die of depression. Why is he here? What has he done? Since he has only been brought in today and I have a clear view of him I decided to play my special game that I made to pass the time.

Basically, anytime there is a new person brought in, I look at their face (if I can even see their cell) and try to guess what crime they must have committed. I had a big load of people because I could see them as they walked into the station because I was in the first cell and had full view of everyone. My list consisted of: theft, murder, rape, arson, assault… I could go on – no really, I could because I have literally nothing else to do. Oh, my list also consisted of innocence, because I did nothing but I'm still here, so…

The station was huge and tiny depending on your viewpoint. If you were at the front of the station, you could see only a miniscule officer's desk and two chairs. If you were in any of the cells, you could pretty much see it all – well, the middle section mostly. Me and the next three cells, and the ones opposite us, could see front part of the station, but if we looked to our right we could see just more and more rotten, rusty grey cells.

By now I looked up and realised, the man had started sobbing really loudly. Well, I thought to myself, you shouldn't have done what you did unless you were innocent like me, well then there's nothing that I could do about that for either of us…