When Things Change

How Things Were

Waking up in prison is usually the same thing. Usually you wake up to the morning light blinding you from the barred windows that are 10 feet from any form of human reach, get yelled at from somewhere in the prison by the guy you didn't mean to make your enemy but you did, and it's always empty threats because the second a guard walks to his cell, he shuts up and turns into the model prisoner. It's never mattered in here whether you are in for petty theft, it if you are here for genocide, you are the same as everyone else, just maybe with less of a conscience. Everything is the same, the food is always horrible, the showers are always awkward because of that one guy that has been in for way to long and needs attention. Yet we all found out our routine lives in prison were to be drastically changed.