Prisoner - Liam Payne FanFiction

    "Get up." One of the guards kicked my side, not too hard, but just enough to wake me up. By the time I turned my face to see which one it was, he was already standing right outside of my cell, waiting.

   I groaned, rolling off the rough bed which was literally laying on the floor. I pushed myself to my feet, rubbing my burning, tired eyes as they adjusted to the dark, grayness of this cell... My cell.

   "You know the drill." The guard, Greg, scoffed. I rolled my eyes, putting my wrists together and holding them out for him. He slapped the cold metal around them, the only sound audible was a clinging as they tightly gripped my skin. "Come on, dirtbag." His hand wrapped around my bicep, leading me down the long hallway. I looked down at my feet as we walked, focusing on the toe of my boot where a small hole is beginning to form.

   I've been here for so long, that the sounds around me don't phase me, the other prisoners weren't a fear to me. But this prison isn't one like you see in movies. The prisoners don't take a metal cup and glide it along the brass bars of which hold them inside a small cell, the prison isn't ever clean, and the guards don't look at the prisoner and feel bad and do whatever they can to get them out. This place is hell, literally. People go crazy in here, lose their minds, attack, and so much more.
But I guess when you've committed a crime, you deserve it. That's why I'm here. I'm a murderer. I've killed two people, two innocent victims who didn't deserve it. No one deserves to be killed honestly, but these two people never did a thing wrong.

   But after being locked up for so long, getting used to the ways of harsh life, you loose your soul. I no longer get upset and cry, and it's not because I don't want to, it's because I can't. Christ, the last time I actually smiled was the day before the incident, four years ago. Four years ago was the last time I smiled, the last time I ever actually lived my life, and the last time I ever loved. I lost everything once I came here.

   When you're a criminal, you hate yourself. I carry around the dread and regret everyday. But I'm never sad, I'm never happy, I just always carry this anger inside of me. It will never go away, I know it won't.

   When you're a criminal, everyone judges you. No one ever looks at why you did it or what you've been through. They just see you as stealing someone's breath. And that's all I've done. I've taken away someone's sibling, someone's child, someone's reason to smile.

   When you're a criminal, you forget what love is, especially when you're locked up. No ones came to visit me in the four years I've been here. I've learned that love is something sick and twisted that all goes down the drain one day. There's no "happily ever after" bullshit. There's fights, arguments, dread, hurt, hatred, and worry. Why bother with love? What's the point of going through a bunch of shit just to wind up feeling sorry for yourself in the end?

   "I'll be back for you in an hour, Drake is going to watch you." Greg shoved me into the dull, cafeteria. I luckily caught my balance, and looked over at my other guard, Drake. I have two guards, just because I'm bigger and they think I'm going to lash out or some shit.

   Drake nodded at me, scratching his shaved head. He wasn't as bad as Greg. Greg doesn't care who you are, he's rude to everyone. But Drake, he's only ever angry if you do something wrong. Him and I don't talk, but I don't mind him. But like I said, this isn't like in a movie... No one feels sorry for you. No one ever does.

   I'm prisoner 458, Liam Payne, and this is my messed up, torturous life. Welcome.