A/N: Hello there, fellow Prison Break fans! I decided to write a fan fiction from Seth (Cherry)'s point of view; sadly, he didn't get some bigger role in the series, but he was still one of my favorite minor characters from season one. Well, enjoy the read. Oh, and this is my first fanfiction on here, so it may be not as good, but... hey, I tried.


I was a gift.

A toy. An object. A property.

That's what they said at the very beginning. That's exactly how they treated me from the very beginning. That is how he treated me.

A thing.

Expendable, ephemeral thing. Passing folly. That is truly what I was; a proud possession, like a brand new expensive watch you got for your birthday, anniversary or graduation, which you're now strutting around with. Good enough to get people's attention on short track. But, surely, this isn't that bad... right? I mean, I could have ended up worse. At least that's what he says. What he generously reminds me of every time I cry myself to sleep after he's done playing with his precious little toy.

A horrible, disgusting, foul game.

I should be thankful. I really should. For every time he offers me that rough, worn out pocket of his. For that oh-so-wonderful shelter he gives me, a shelter in the middle of the most wild and dangerous jungle known to mankind, full of craving, grotesque animals.

But I'm not. I am not thankful. I couldn't be, even if I wanted to. You see, to be thankful, I'd actually have to be able to feel. To have emotions. But no such thing exists inside this body anymore. It's just dirt. A small, heartless pile of daub in a room full of smelly fug that had been collecting there for... years? Centuries? Who knows; probably only God by now. No, this isn't me; what I see in that filthy, cracked mirror every day. What I see inside myself; in the place where, long ago, laid a proud and vivid soul.

This... this isn't Seth.

Seth Hoffner was a person. Living and feeling young person. Someone's child, brother, friend, colleague, boyfriend... all of those things and more. But now, I am Cherry. It is all that has left. Barely a shadow of what Seth was, such a long, precious time ago. No longer mom's proud son. No longer a best buddy or an overprotective older brother. No, none of those things.

It is funny how people can forget and abandon that easily. Even my own mother feels disgusted to look at me during those rare visits I got from here since I got here.

Well, I am going to forget too, mom. To leave. Because, it is the only thing I've got left. So I'm abandoning you now, my wonderful friends and family, the same way you've abandoned me. Without a blink of an eye or turning back. This show, this life - it is all over now. There were probably fun times, but I can't remember anymore. I don't even want to. I want to erase any memory, any emotion that may still be laying somewhere deep inside.

But even so, while standing up there, ready to jump into the irretrievable fate - I remember that one, precious smile She gave me, while we were holding hands and walking into the sunset. A memory so strong, vivid, that I swear I could sense the scent of her hair; a mix of sweet strawberry and warm summer air in the colorful twilight.

There is something wet tickling my cheek. Salting my lips.

A tear.

One last, goodbye tear.