Disclaimer: I do not own Prison Break in anyway.
But dude… It's good.
Thoughts.
If feel like I'm on the wrong side. You say that I'm on the right one. You're wrong. One of the few times you're wrong.
I was always the trouble maker. Had more contact with the law then I wanted. Most of the time it was my fault. The last time it wasn't.
I was prepared to die, Michael. I knew that it was my time. Innocent or not, it was my destiny, if there is such a thing. I was at peace with it. The only thing I regretted was not being a better brother and a better father.
My hopes wasn't lifted when I saw you there. You said you'd break me out, but I didn't really want to believe it. The thought that ran trough my head was: shit, I let him down again.
I wish I had lied to you, wish I had told you that it was me who killed the presidents brother. Had I known then what I know now I would have.
You ruined you life, Mike. For what, for me? You could have a life. A life filled with laughter and love and no older brother to mess it up.
I thought Fox River was a bad place. But Sona. I've heard the stories, I see the fear in your eyes. All I want to do is break down the place. Maybe I'll go get a tattoo of the building, brake you out. How's that for a thought? I want to laugh at it, but I can't. You did it.
You ask about Sara. I don't know where she is. It makes me feel like a failure. I don't even know where my own son is.
Your scared, I know. The news that you are going to be transferred in the morning doesn't even seem to help. Have you already gotten yourself in trouble? I swear to God I'm gonna kill anyone who touch you.
Michael, you might be a grown man. I know you can take care of yourself. You always have, and me. Don't know what I'd ever do without you. Your still my little brother thou, now it's my time to take care of you.
I'm gonna get you out. I promise. Whatever it takes.
Well, maybe not a tattoo.