Shards of Silver

Andrew Collins always knew he would end up in prison. He was a monster after all. But he never considered the fact that he would end up in a mental institution where he would be required to talk about what he had done during his therapy sessions. Apparently there was a lot to unpack when you had brutally murdered seventeen known people. Andrew honestly wasn't sure if that number was correct.

There wasn't much to do in his cell so he drew anything he could remember from his days before he arrived at Brighton's Institution for the Criminally Unstable. He would find himself, much to his disgust, drawing portraits of the very man that put him where he was. Henry Lewis. His best friend. His love. He should have killed him when he had the chance.