--Touch--Away--

Chapter 2

Now Collin had definitely seen enough to know Derek was just being polite and had friends of his own. So with a heavy head, he walked back to his cell to ponder where he went wrong. He lay there staring up at the ceiling thinking he would probably be better off to go into a different cell, on that was next to no one to keep himself shut off from everyone else so he would get this sentence over and done with. How long could 25 years be right? So that's what Collin did. No longer was he to communicate with others or have any type of relationship with anyone. Only 25 years he had in prison. Only 25. So he stood up from his bed as he went to the main office and requested he be moved to a different cell.

"Any reason love?" the woman said kindly as she looked at Collin.

"No reason. I rather be alone. I don't feel comfortable being around people since I apparently killed my entire family" Collin smiled sarcastically although, the woman had a blank stare on he face as if she was now scared of him instead of believing he was joking around.

"T..tttt..two months you'll have to wait. The chief needs to get a vibe of you first. I'm sorry but there's nothing much more i..iii.. I can do." She said nervously now looking at the ground waiting for the most likely angry response.

Although, Collin just went back to his cell to cry, not because he couldn't move away from Derek, but because he had brought up his family's death and went over the day and all that came with it in his mind over and over again. But that my friends is story for another day...