You didn’t mean it. It was an accident. Now you sat in an empty room, only furnished by a table and two chairs. The buzzing of the light..the tightness of your bright orange jumpsuit.

It was all too much.

But that poor boy..why should you be complaining when he lost his life? Suck it up. You KILLED him, you bastard.

You fidget with your nails, your fingertips littered with blood from your torn hangnails. That’s when the door opened and a muscular officer entered the room.

Simon.