Hey there, this is a story about me.

More specifically it's a story about me and my lover.

I had met my lover not that long after I had graduated and I guess it was an instant click, (well, for me it was.).

I started talking to him regularly and i soon found myself enchanted by not only his dashing looks but his intriguing personality.

He was everything I had ever dreamt of.

He was so caring and listened carefully to me; giving me helpful advice and encouraging me to let all my feelings out. He was practically my psychologist.

He had the same ideology as me which made me even more enraptured with him.

As I said, he was everything I had wanted in my life; especially with where it was back then!

He made me blind to the world surrounding me. He made me blind from all of the suffering I had undergone.

He not only did all this but he also made me feel special.

He made me feel as though I was the only one he actually gave a damn about.

Hah, I was so naive. I didn't even see it coming.

A banging resonated from the metal bars behind me, which made me look up from my journal.

I slowly tilted my head around and saw one of the guards looking at me aggressively, "OUT NOW?!" The lady boomed.

I slowly got up from my metallic chair and casually walked passed her. Now if I were normal me I would have cowered away from her venomous words however this worlds changed me; for better or for worse, I will never know.

Anyway, I casually walked to the dinner hall and grabbed my food. Well, I don't think you can count slop as food but it's all I've got and I'm currently not in the mood for yet another argument with the grandma in the kitchen.

I carelessly threw my tray down on the table and sat in my corner by myself.

Now your most probably wondering why I am sitting all by myself. Well you see, my ever so nice lover made sure that all these women knew that if I were to be 'tampered with' by any other inmate then they would be dead within the next 10 minutes.

I know what your thinking, 'awww! How sweet!' And no it's not sweet, it's downright evil.

He wants me to stay as his little puppet and manipulate me like he did before but he will never get into my head again, I refuse!

I slammed my hand down on the metal table in fury.

Every head turning in my direction, "WHAT?!" I shouted as I tried to make eye contact with as many inmates as possible.

All heads then immediately diverted back to whatever they were doing.

I closed my eyes and took a long breathe; my psychologist told me this would help with my new found anger issues but each attempt always turns futile!

I lent my elbows on the table as I held onto my head, slightly pulling at my hair.

Why can't I just die already?

I let out a frustrated sigh and tried to think of something happy.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing!

My life is so sad that there is nothing to look back on and feel happy about.

I gripped my hair tightly as I tried to maintain my anger levels.

I cannot cause another fight; I've already caused so much damage!

I eventually looked up and saw that the cafeteria was completely abandoned, "GET UP?!" The same voice shouted from this morning.

Hearing that voice sent me into overdrive.

So, I quickly got up and made my way over to the officer and started puffing in rage. She was now my next victim!

I saw a glint of fear in her eyes before it was completely masked over.

I quickened my steps and I soon found myself standing in front of her.

I balled my hands up into fists and started to aggressively punch her.

"Help!" I heard her yelp.

"Help!" She shouted again.

Her cries didn't stop me though. I continued to beat her. Continued wanting to hear her cry for help like my insides wanted to do.

My eye started to twitch from all the pent up anger before I felt electricity pulse through my body.

I myself let out a yelp before I collapsed on the floor.

I was stunned by the taser that I saw another officer holding.

My body was paralysed as the officer walked closer to me.

My body having a mind of its own, making itself violently shake.

I looked helplessly at the officer as they made their way over to the officer I had previously beaten up. And that's just like my life, always lastly cared for; never cared for first- emotionally and physically.

I looked at the ceiling and heard the officer with the taser mutter, "god Clary, why did you have to do this again?"

And that's when I went black.

After a while I had flickered my eyes open and found myself in what was definitely my second home here at the prison. Solitary confinement.

I lazily looked at the concrete walls which surrounded me in this confined space. Always the same.

I laid my head back down on the concrete bed and stared at the ceiling, my mind buzzing with thought.

I guess your a bit confused on how I ended up here and I feel that it's only right that you get to know my past in order to understand my present and hopefully my future (if I even make it there).

A/N

I've literally been waiting soooo long to release this first chapter to you all! Hope you all like it!!!!!!!! 😆