Nathan sat in his cell, huddled in the corner.. his hands holding his head, It was his first week here.

The image played in his head, over and over again… like a nightmare, It wouldn't leave him, the words wouldn't stop replaying.

"I'm so sick of people trying to control me!"

"I can tell everybody Nathan prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself"

"You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing around with!"

"You are going to get in hella more trouble for this then drugs"

"Nobody would ever even miss your punk ass would they?"

"Get that gun away from me psycho"

And at that moment, he lost himself. He felt his finger slip, He saw her body drop.. then David rushing through the door tackling him to the ground, he felt the cold embrace of handcuffs on his wrists.

His life was over, he was reduced to nothing.

He confessed everything to the police.. about Jefferson's manipulation, about Rachel and Chloe.. about his anxiety and deepest fears.

Three years… he had gotten Three years for involuntary manslaughter and couldn't apply for parole after two years and had to have a psychiatrist visit him monthly… Anyone else would have gotten more.. but he knew it must have been his father manipulating behind the scenes.. offering money.. bribing judges to reduce his sentence.

Not like it mattered.. he was publicly shamed and humiliated..he thought about the families which lives he had ruined.

Mark Jefferson had it worse than him.. he got a life sentence.. for all the pain he caused to all those girls.. he had moved to an even more extreme facility where he would be with people just as psychotic as him.

"It's not your fault" he told himself in his head

Jefferson manipulated me.. told me that I would go places.. pretended to care.. I never meant to hurt Rachel.. it was just meant to be a simple photoshoot… He coaxed me into bringing the girls into the dark room for him.. I tried.. and Chloe… I was just trying to scare her.. she pushed me and my finger slipped on the trigger.. I never meant for any of this.. Blame Dad for making you like this.. for the abuse you suffered.. for the trauma. Blame anyone but yourself..

"It is your fault" a voice replied in his head

You had a choice… You always had a choice, you could of warned Rachel about Jefferson.. you could of stopped yourself from killing Chloe. You brought this on yourself.. you had it all.. money.. and friends that supported you.. and you fucked it all up just because you were insecure and had daddy issues.

How would he recover from this.. how could anyone ever trust him again.

Suddenly he was snapped out of his thoughts as a banging noise came from the cell door.. a guard was tapping it with his Baton.

Prison Guard: "Hey! whatever you're doing over there, get your head up!"

Nathan lifted up his head.

Prison Guard: "You got a letter" he then carelessly slid it through the cell bars as it landed near his feet. "Make sure you bin it when you're done, we don't like mess here.. then get out to the courtyard" he then strolled off down the hallway

Nathan scowled at the guard.. he wasn't used to being talked down to.. usually everyone sucked up to him.. but here.. he was just like everyone else.

Nathan scrambled to his feet and examined the envelope.. no writing was on the outside. This was the first letter he had gotten here.

He opened it up and could already tell who it was, This was his father's handwriting. He was disappointed as he thought it would at least be from Victoria.

Son.

I have done everything I can from the outside, the rest is up to you, Words cannot describe how disappointed I am. I gave you everything and you were just reaching the age where I was going to pass the family legacy on to you, but your actions have now damaged it. I may have been tough, may have put some pressure on you, but I never expected this from my own son. Your mother is devastated and I can see why, I will not be allowing you to see her until you get your head sorted and I refuse to be seen visiting my son in a jail cell.

You have become a burden on our family and have tarnished our reputation, I warned you about this beforehand. I can only do so much, hopefully your time in there will let you reflect on what you have done, what drove you to do these things.. accident or not... I will never understand, for now you're on your own.

Your Father.

Nathan scrunched up the letter.. he expected nothing more than that from his father.. he was always a piece of shit like that. he wanted to see his mum..but he knew that if she really wanted to she would make the effort to see him.. but his dad has her wrapped around his finger.

Nathan sighed and exited his cell room, people were already making their way outside to the prison yard. He followed them behind and in line like a pack.

Outside was rather large, there was exercise equipment, a tennis court or two and a basketball court.

Everyone then split off into their own groups, Nathan stood there, unsure of what to do next.. he felt like it was his first day of primary school.

Nathan: "Just take a breath, it's gonna be okay.. it's just like School right?"

"except most of the students are probably cold blooded killers" he thought to himself

He saw a spot in the yard that looked uninhabited, he also had a pretty good view of the outside, he decided to head there. As he walked he could feel the cold hard stares of the inmates judging him.. most of them looked pretty rough. Nathan didn't feel like he belonged here, didn't feel like he deserved to be here.. he wasn't a killer.. he didn't do these things on purpose.. at least back at Blackwell he had all his friends in the Vortex Club by his side.. here he had nobody.

Nathan then reached the fence.. unable to go any further.. everyone was busy chatting and eating.. he began to stare outside into the grassy abyss. He wondered what his friends were up to.. What class Victoria would be in right now, none of that mattered now.. he was stuck here.

He then noticed a figure emerge from the trees beyond the fence…he squinted to try and make out what it was.

Nathan: " A deer?" he said to himself

What the hell was a deer doing out there?

The Deer seemed to stare right into his eyes…Nathan returned the stare, It just stood there like a statue, not moving at all, just.. watching him, it was as if they knew each other.. somehow.. Nathan was hypnotised by it.. suddenly it sat down.. like it was going to stay for a while.. still keeping its eyes on him.

Then out of nowhere he heard a voice yell out at him

"Heads Up!"

Nathan quickly turned around and saw a basketball flying at his head, he panicked and quickly ducked as it ricocheted off the fence behind him. A young african american man in his early 20's rushed towards him picking the ball back up.

?: "Hm, Good reflexes"

Nathan quickly looked back to see if the deer was still there, but it was gone.

?: "Uh, what are you looking at?"

Nathan: "Nothing." he said trying not to come off as weird.

?: "Ok, whatever you say.. Names Damien, wanna join us.. we are short one guy." he said holding up the ball in one hand trying to look cheerful

Nathan: "I'm good."

Damien: "I can tell you're new here.. haven't seen you around before, want to at least tell me your name?"

Nathan squinted his eyes at him, trying to work him out, why was this guy being so friendly..what did he want?

"It's Nathan" he decided to give him the name since he was going out of his way to talk to him.

Damien's buddies shouted for the ball back, another ran up to him.

Tommy: "bro what are you doing here talking with the Prescott?"

Damien: "The who?"

Tommy: "he's the kid I was telling you about.. the one that got arrested at Blackwell last week."

Nathan could feel his heart start to race.. he didn't tell him his last name for a reason.. this could either turn out bad.. or really bad.

Damien: "Is it true, are you the Prescott kid from Blackwell?" the man said turning towards him

Nathan: "Who's asking?" He replied trying to stand his ground.

Damien then passed the ball to his friend and ushered him to go play without him.

Damien: "We need to talk."

Nathan: "Why should we, I don't even know you".

Damien: "Because I'm offering you what no one else here is going to.. some help." He said as he sat down on a nearby bench "take a seat"

Nathan sat opposite him, unsure of what to think but keeping a poker face.

Damien: I heard what happened to you at Blackwell.. about some girl you shot.. now I'm not here to judge if it was an accident or on purpose but-

Nathan: "It was an accident" he interrupted with a stern expression

Damien:" Ok.. relax.. I'm sorry about that.. no kid should have to go through this especially at this age, I heard that teacher at Blackwell got caught drugging some girls, word is you spilled the beans on him.. that's some deep shit."

Nathan: "Yea, so what's your point?"

Damien: "I'm gonna put it straight, look around you.. you wanna survive in here for the next 3 years you don't provoke anyone, you stick to your first name and you don't even look at anyone funny. There are a lot of people in here that don't like the Prescott's so chances are they won't like you either."

Nathan: "Yeah no shit, if anyone fucks with me in here my dad will-"

Damien: "You honestly think your dad has any power inside here?"

Nathan: "How do you know he hasn't paid off the guards to shoot the fuck out of anyone that messes with me?"

Damien: "I know they won't because someone forgets to pick up their trash" he said holding up Sean's letter

Nathan: "What the fuck how did you get that" he stood up trying to snatch it out of his hand

Damien: "If anyone but me saw this you would be fucked right now, only reason why you aren't getting picked on is because they're scared that your dad will order a hit on them or some shit". he then passed the letter to Nathan who then put it in his pocket.

Nathan: "Why didn't you just tell everyone."

Damien: "Because I know you would do the same for my brother"

Nathan: "Wait, who?"

Damien: "He's pretty much the only Black kid at Blackwell Academy."

Nathan: "Wait, you mean Hayden Jones, You're his brother?"

Damien: "He never told you about me huh, figures.. he doesn't like to talk about it, you were close to him right?"

Nathan: "Yea, he was an awesome guy to hang with, never talked shit behind my back."

Damien: "He would want me to look out for you, so that's what I'm gonna do"

Nathan: "Um, I, Uh.. sorry for being a bit of an ass before.. I just.".

Damien: "I get it.. you were feeling backed in a corner.. the only thing you can do is feel like you have to defend yourself."

Nathan then sunk his head in his hands

Nathan: "my life's fucked isn't it?"

Damien: "Only if you believe it is Nathan, do you?"

Nathan: "I.. I don't know.. I can't come back from what I've done.. I wish I could.. but i can't."

Damien: "Forget about what happened in the past, it's who you want to be now that counts."

Nathan: "Well I know I don't want to be.. this!" his voice cracked as he pointed to his prison jumpsuit

Damien: "Good start, now when you get out of here, you have to start by getting closure.. everyone you love, everyone you feel like you need to make amends with.. you go see them okay?"

Nathan thought of his sister, Victoria, Hayden..Kate and countless others he may have hurt.

Nathan: But how.. how do I forget what I've done and just move on with my life, all this pain.. i feel it building up inside me every day and It just won't go away.

Damien: "time heals all wounds, one day you'll realise."

Nathan stayed silent, unsure of what to say.

Damien: "I think it's time for us to all get back into our cells, watch yourself."

Nathan: "I will."

And with that Nathan headed back to his cell, wary of his surroundings, he didn't know who did and didn't know his last name, he can't say he wasn't used to it.. even when he wasn't in prison he still felt paranoid every day. But at least he met someone who wasn't all that bad, and he had encouraged him to try and rebuild his life.

As he was walking back inside one of the guards pulled him aside.

Guard: You have a visitor, make it quick.. follow me.

Nathan: Do you know who it is?

Guard: She says she knows you.

The guard led him to the room, he saw some glass and a phone.. and someone he never thought he would see again.. she was there when it happened.. and he never told anyone.

Nathan: C.. Caulfield...