Twenty to Life (Peterick)

Home Sweet Home

-Patrick's Pov-

I stood at the entrance to my cell, and looked at the bed hanging from the wall, the steel toilet, and the cold concrete walls.

This looks depressing.

"Here you go Stump. Home sweet home. Wake up is at six, lights out at ten." He shoved me forward, causing me to stumble and fall on the floor.

I sit there, and place my head in my hands.

I'm not going to cry. I'm. Not. Going. To. Cry.

I started crying. Just a few tears, easy to wipe away, something no one would notice.

"Hey, you're Stump?" A guy, tall with black hair said as he walked in.

"Yeah." My voice cracked as I looked up to meet his eyes.

"Oh shit, you're young aren't you? 20? 21 maybe? They're going to have fun with you."

I looked down,"I'm actually 18."

I heard him gasp.

"Holy shit! What are you in here for?"

I closed my eyes, trying to recall the events of that night.
"Well, my mom and stepdad were fighting, and I hit him on the back of the head with a lamp after he punched my mom in the face. The blow put him in a coma for two months, and then my mom took his side, saying I went crazy and attacked them. I have two years."

"Wow, that's fucking crazy. Oh, I'm Mark by the way. I'm in here for double homicide."

I looked at him wide eyed.

"Um, I don't know how to reply to that." I said unsure.

"You don't have to. Oh, and here's a good tip: stay away from Wentz and his guys. You don't want to get mixed up in that. Trust me."

(A/N: So, this is the idea I had for a new story. Pleas give me your feed back!)