I sat there that very day 20 years ago.
In that small 8x8 cell.
Trapped in my own sorrow for 20 years.
I would've gone insane had it not been for the memory of her, That face, That warm smile, She came to me with open arms even after she had seen and learned who and what I am she didn't care that I was a murderer, She was so nice I just had to go see her again.
So I took one last look at the 8x8 cell that i had been enclosed in for 20 years I stared at the pictures scrawled on the walls by a mad man who had been trapped for 20 years and with my destination in mind and the memory of that sweet little girl from so long ago in heart I left to start a new journey, A new story, A new Page in this Chapter of my Life, And with those last words I put down my journal wrote the time and date put away the crumpled worn and torn book and set off on this "Journey" of mine.