'The cruelest prison of all is the prison of the mind.’ -Piri Thomas
Killian
I slowly woke up from a horrible sleep and tried to move my body. Everything hurt from my head down to my toes and the room I was in was cold. What I was lying on was hard and uncomfortable. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to clear the haze from my mind and the blurry vision.
When my focus came back, I saw gray stone walls and black cell bars closing me in. I moved my head around to see Reginald lying close by. I could see him breathing so I was no longer worried that they had killed him.
I moved to try and sit up but my side was still hurting something fierce. I put my hand to my side to feel the damage. I felt like it was healing already so I looked to inspect the area properly. There was dried bl
