“I know it doesn't seem like it now, but you can make a life in here kid.” The guard spoke. “With time things can improve. I’ve seen it happen for many men, it’s the law of the soul. My grandmother taught me that.”
“I don't have a soul.” Jacob muttered.
“Sure you do. We all do. A word of advice, in a place like this, soul is all you have.” The guard attempted to reach Jacob. The phantom within forced me lash out.
He’s feeding you a bucket of crap. Your life is wasted. There's nothing good for you. Fifty years in this hell-hole and when you die, you're heading to a far worse hell-hole. Sucks, huh … to be you.
“I don't think so, man. People like me aren’t worth saving.”
“I've heard that broken record before. Lots of folks been down that road. I’ll tell you a truth. Eventually, they all
