Disclaimer – I don't own Prison Break, but how I wish I did.

The idea is probably quite common and sorry if it is similar to anything anyone else has written, but I promise that I don't copy. I like my imagination so this story may get a bit wild later on. But your just gonna have to wait and see ;)

I had no idea where I was. I looked around, seeing nothing but a metal bed and a toilet. It was really dark, but I had been in here for such a long time that my eyes had adjusted to the dark.

Suddenly the door opened and light filled the tiny room. I closed my eyes to shut it out, and when they felt better opened them again to see a police officer in the doorway.

"Get up" He said in a bored tone. I slowly did so, feeling my muscles ache. I walked towards him with my legs feeling like jelly and once I was close enough he slapped some handcuffs on me, grabbed the top part of my arm and dragged me through a corridor which was filled with doors looking identical to the one that I just came out of. Where the hell was I? I can't remember anything that had happened to get me in a place like this.

"It's time" The officer said. I blinked at him, obviously confused as he continued. "For your hearing?" He looked at me like I was stupid, but all I could think of was why did I have a hearing?

I hadn't done anything wrong, and with that in mind the officer lead me towards the end of the corridor, through some more doors and towards some other looking official people. I was handed off to another man, this one was fatter then the last, and I briefly thought about over powering him but then thought that since I hadn't done anything wrong, at this hearing I could sort everything out.

As we walked down to wherever we were going, I could feel the man occasionally glimpsing at me with something akin to fear on his face. I was once again confused by what was going on but didn't say anything. I was led outside and none too gently shoved into the back seat of a police car, there were some news reporters trying to get a picture of me, but thankfully the fat cop was blocking their view.

New reporters? Surely they hadn't been there for me, but what if they had? What the hell had I done? Nothing. I reassured myself. There's obviously been a mix-up. I nodded to myself, and as the driver pulled away he gave me a weird look in the mirror.

We drove for about ten minutes, pulling up in front of a fancy looking court house. I was beginning to feel butterflies in my stomach. I strained my memory trying to remember what happened that night, but all I got was a headache.

I sighed, and leaned my head against the window loving the coldness on my head. The door was opened and my head jerked as it had nothing to balance on. I unbuckled my seatbelt and glared at the person who opened my door, he gulped and fidgeted.

I don't have that good a glare, and before I even had time to give the man a confused look I was dragged up the stairs, with cameras shoved into my face. The flashes made me loose my sight for a few seconds and I stumbled. Whoever had a hold of my arm had to steady me, and by then we were thankfully in the courthouse

More police officers joined us as I was taken to a holding cell. So much for it being 'time' like the other man said earlier. I looked at my temporary accommodations it looked like a eerily similar version of my previous one. The handcuffs were taken off and I rubbed my wrists to get rid of the sting.

I sat down on the bed, hearing the mattress creak and winced, still feeling the ache in my muscles. I wonder why they hurt so much?

Would it have something to do with whatever happened to me last night? And why I'm here now?

I sat there for a long time, I looked up and down the corridor, seeing as there was only bars surrounding me and finally saw people coming. There were two more police men, one of them, the younger looking one motioned for me to get up, which I did so without complaint. Anything to get out of that cell.

Once again I was restrained, I winced as the metal touched my sore skin. I was flanked my the two as I was taken to the courtroom, and sat next to a man who I presumed to be my lawyer. He was probably the unlucky bugger who was the only one left in the office with nothing to do.

He didn't so much as look at me, and then I knew I was in trouble. My own lawyer didn't even think I was worth looking at, he would most likely do a terrible job at defending me if he can't even act if he was here to help me.

I tuned the whole thing out, my mind going through various scenarios each one worse then the last.

"Jay Billings, you have been accused with murder, possession of drugs and abusing a police officer how do you plead?" The judge asked me. I had done what now? All that came out of my mouth was a small, undetectable "Eep"

"My client pleads guilty, Your Honour" My lawyer said. I turned to him with a WTF look.

"No I don't" I interrupted.

"Yes, she does Your Honour" He glared down at me, from where he was standing.

"No I'm innocent. I can't remember anything that happened yesterday" I pleaded. The judge looked at me and frowned, that didn't seem good.

"Yesterday you told the officer who interrogated you that the man you killed needed to be taught a lesson and you were the only teacher available" I said that? What the hell possessed me to say that.

"I did?" I said faintly.

"Yes. I have no need to deliberate, Jay Billings I hereby sentence you to a life sentence at Fox River Penitentiary in Illinois. With good behaviour, you may be eligible for parole in 25 years. Sentence to be carried out immediately" She banged her hammer, the name of which escaped me, while I jumped up from my chair.

"Isn't that a male prison?" I asked, pulling at the sleeves of my top.

"Yes. But we're trying out a new program which had been put in place to try and get others not to get to sent to jail, and unfortunately for you, you are our test subject" I fell back into my chair.

"Yay me"