A/N: Hey guys! I took a break at writing for a while, but I'm back now! I hope you all enjoy. I like how this turned out, and I hope you guys enjoy it as well. Please review if you like it! :D
I turned around. It was a cold day, and it had been a long day. I wasn't sure what day it was anymore, because they all seemed to mash together at this point. It was a cold, lifeless plane of existence where I resided, and I couldn't see it getting better anytime soon. The days drew on, and I didn't even know what day of the week it was. I hadn't had that kind of knowledge for a long time. I just wasn't sure about a lot of things anymore, mainly because it was hard to concentrate pretty much all the time. Not when those things were close, and they seemed to enjoy nothing less than standing outside of my cell; if you could call it standing, anyway. They just floated there; it was pretty much the most eerie thing I'd ever experienced. Oh, my name is Sirius Black, and I'm locked in Azkaban prison.
There was only one thing that made it okay, or bearable, there wasn't really an 'okay' with the situation I was in. I shouldn't even be in here, because that rat of a rat Wormtail was too much of a coward to defy 'Voldemort', as he preferred to be called. It was actually the most pathetic thing in the world. He knew all too well that it was his choice, and he had plenty of friends that would have stood behind him in a heartbeat. We had a Werewolf on our side, who had a chance against us? But Wormtail had never been the smartest of all of us, and he had always been the most afraid. What did it matter to him if people died, as long as he was assured that he wouldn't be killed? It was a low form of life. But I guess it was something that he would have become accustomed too, I would never understand what could make somebody betray their closest friends, though. It wasn't even a thought for me.
But, putting everything bad about this place aside, I always had that one upside. Dementors, you see, they had they just small weakness. While they could sense near perfectly, they couldn't actually tell the difference between a human that was well, emotionless, and say, an Animagus form, and I had the distinct advantage of being an unregistered animagus so they hadn't known at the time that they would have to do anything special with me to stop me from changing. While in this form, it was possible for me to remain in control of my emotions and the Dementors actually had no effect on me. And after the amount of time that I had been in this place, I knew that it was time for some sort of change. I couldn't keep doing the same thing, and living the same day, I had to get out. Everyone always said that it was impossible. It's all you ever heard on the outside of this place, about how secure the place was and how it was impossible for anybody to ever break it, but it didn't matter what they said, because they didn't know what I had.
I knew it now. I knew it was possible. I was going to break myself out of Azkaban prison.