Chapter One Hundred and Four

Author Note; Trigger Warning, this chapter contains suicide. While I won’t be describing it in detail, it still might be upsetting to some people if you are sensitive to that. Please don’t read if you are offended or affected by that. Also, remember this isn’t fact, this is a work of fiction I have made up myself, some information might not be factually correct but for the sake of the story, this is how it's going.

Enjoy!!

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Chapter One Hundred and Four

** A Year Later **

Michael’s Point of View

My life was just the same thing every single day. I wake up, I have breakfast, I get some time in the ‘’yard’’ which is exactly what it sounds like and then I go back to my cell. I spent 23 hours of the day cooped up in a little eight by six room. At least I don’t have a room mate, I'm too ‘’dangerous’’... apparently.

This was my life, for literally the rest of my life, in a way, I kind of hoped for the death penalty but because