This wasn’t happening… was it? It was all one bad dream and he was going to wake up any moment now, realizing that he had once again drunk way too much the previous night and he had fallen on the ground off his bed from having tossed so much from the bad dream… Right? He was going to open his eyes and he was going to see that he was on the dark wooden floor of Mark’s apartment, and not on sitting on that hard seat in that stinky bus, right? His hands and arms were going to be all tangled in the sheets, and not chained by cuffs not allowing him to walk or even scratch his nose, right? This was all just one horrible dream…<em>’Please, let it be a dream…’</em>He prayed in his thoughts to a God he had long forgotten about. But that God didn’t reply to his prays…<br/><br/>“Get up, you lil dirty bitch! Welcome to hell!” Some guard grabbed him for the shoulder and literally threw him out of his seat, grabbing his short hair next and pulling him back up on his feet. “Oh, King, you’ll be charmed by the welcome party they will make for you here, you son-of-a-bitch!” The guy hissed in his ear, his breath stinking of shithole, most probably his mouth having not seen a toothbrush since middle-school. “Argh!” Taylor cried out as he was half kicked off, half thrown out of the bus, landing on his knees on the dusty ground. And, no. It wasn’t a dream. It was the goddamned reality that he had gotten himself into. Well, not really had gotten himself into it as he hadn’t wanted it – he had been dragged into it, but instead of being protected by the law and those who enforced the law, he had been forced into staying into this hell.<br/><br/>Three months ago he would have never thought that his life could be over in less than a minute, because it had taken him that long to push that guy – Detective O’Neil, off himself and punch him in an attempt to save himself from a rape. And that man had died in a matter of seconds as his skull (most definitely thinned by drug abuse) shuttered from the clash with the corner of the sink. For a med-student who had wanted to devote his life to saving lives, seeing someone dying because of him had been more than a punishment… But instead of people seeing that he had been trying to save himself, they all saw him as that crazy King gay guy who killed an honest and honored cop… And here he was now, instead of getting ready for the new fall semester at the best Med-school in the state, he was about to begin the first day of the rest 15 to 25 years of prison life that were ahead of him…<br/><br/>“Get up, bitch!” Some other guard shouted at him as he pulled him up for the hair, making Taylor cried out again. He got pushed and shoved until he was at the end of the row of new prisoners. His bright  eyes needed a few moments to get used to the light as the sun was shining straight in their eyes. He swallowed hard as his eyes caught a few towers with guards with guns in them, high walls with electricity signs all over them, and some fence through which he could see at the yard where prisoners were already gathering to look at the fresh meat, some were already whistling. Was he terrified? Yes. Did he want to get out of here? Of course! Did he care what was going to happen to him?... No… After seeing his parents, his closest friend and the man he had sworn to in eternal love turning their backs on him, not trusting him when he cried that he was innocent… It no longer mattered to him what was going to happen with him. Even if he got out of prison he had nothing and no one to go to… The best he could hope for was to get killed as soon as possible, so that he wouldn’t have to live in that hell place for long.<br/><br/>Not that he even thought that he would survive for a single week – especially with all the guards knowing that he was the O’Neil’s murderer. He had almost got killed back at the holding cell, and no, not by the criminals held in there, but by the cops, who didn’t let him go to a prison, but forced him to stay there, so that they could beat the hell out of him… But of course those bruises all over his face and body were never even noticed by the jury and the judge and the media… The media even started rumors that he was starting fights in prison, being all crazy and nuts… Wasn’t it funny how people could turn so blind whenever they wanted to?...<br/>