Just A Little Insane

Prologue

I know I'm insane now. I'm seeing Dan everywhere, even though I know he's dead. But it's not my fault! I didn't kill him! The problem was, my stupid lawyer couldn't prove it. I would've won if I'd had a better one. It's not my fault I was a poor college student. I can't make that much money. Never have, and now, never will. Everyone thinks I'm a murder. Except Layla. She believes me. And Dan would of. Dan. He's staring at me though the wall. I mean, it's like his face is carved into the wall. But I know it's not there. It's impossible. The metal walls are as flat as they've always been, and always will be. I'm here for life! For something I didn't even do! Well no point in any hope. This cell is my home forever. But it's not bad. The walls are basically white with a tint of blue. There's a window to let some light in, but it has bars on both sides, so no escaping. The bad thing about the window is its my only source of light, so when it gets dark, I can't see a thing. Then there is the bed which isn't the most comfortable thing, but it's okay. I only get white sheets and one pillow and a small blanket which they only give me if its cold. The toilet is, just a toilet. But I don't live the worst life. I get three times a day and get plenty of rest and exercise. I get to see friends and family one every couple months, which is only Layla, but she's cool and we have great five minutes conversations. The strangest thing about this place is that, I have no idea were the door is. It's just those walls. Then, there isn't a wall, but I am crazy, so who knows? But this is home. At least until I get transferred, which is unlikely. This is one of the most secure places in the world, which, according to most everyone, I am a dangerous murderer. So home sweet home, unless a miracle comes along.