Last week you came into prison for something that wasn't even your fault. You'll be there for like a month so it's not that bad but it was still hard.

The people there were scary. Almost everyone gave you death stares for absolutely no reason. Every day.

Until there was this new guy. He had to share the cell with you for whatever reason.

Slowly he walked trough the hallways, a police man next to him. Looking around he saw all those people, staring at him. Those big tattoed guys. He swallowed and kept walking.

As it seemed his name was Sam and he was probably around your age - very tall, had dark messy hair and actually looked pretty innocent.

When he entered your cell he gave you a quick small and almost awkward smile. It looked so unsure. Nervous. Like he wasn’t supposed to be here.