Nelos
I perch my feet up on the table in the mess hall and bite into my apple. It's too early for lunch, so that means fewer assholes filling the room. I miss the quiet and personal space.
Being in a prison strips you of so much more than personal goods and dignity, but it eradicates the chance to be yourself or feel half-human. I close my eyes and imagine myself back home in the small house I rented just on the beach where I was left alone.
Before the nightmare was planted inside me, threatening to kill everyone around me. How I'm a danger to everyone around me... including Shaye.
I shake my head, pushing back my fears, to the time where I lived on the beach. The way the waves would lull me to sleep and seagulls would wake me in the morning. And how I used to picture Shaye coming to
