You have been locked up for murders you didn’t commit at school. You have been framed. The sad thing? No one believed you.

From the age of fifteen until your current age, twenty years old, you have been locked away in a cell. No education, no friends, constantly being beat, isolation, being disowned from your own parents…

Today was the date you were first placed in prison, which meant Spencer would visit you. Not as any comforting way, no. To remind you of the things you didn’t do.

Which is odd. You’d think trying to be the perfect daughter, having good grades, and ignoring your own feelings to put others first before you would get you far. Guess not.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the corridor before stopping in front of your cell. It was quiet for a moment until Spencer spoke up, “How does it feel? Being locked for the crimes you committed?”