... shuts that broad metal door on me, his face just as hard and cold. When I hear the sound of the door locking a feeling of fear rushes through my body, knowing that I am stuck in here all night in the dark with no light to save me. Light can hardly enter my room, a small window with thick metal bars going across it above my bed, letting no light enter only causing a dark shadow above my head. The four walls are so slender I can hear the other prisoners talking to themselves; I can never forget where I am. Of the seven hours I get to dream at night, the time where I should feel impregnable, I have ghastly nightmares. I visit the same situation every night and it hurts me like crazy. Despite shooting him dead, its like he is still there to get my family and ...

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