The walls feel like they're closing in around me. Not an entirely new sensation, but after six long years you'd think it was a sensation I'd eventually get used to. Did you ever get used to it though? Especially if you shouldn't be here.
HMP Perth.
Her Majesty's Pleasure.
Prison.
A home away from home.
Six long years of feeling trapped inside the same four walls. A cell barely big enough for one, let alone big enough to be shared with another person. My cell mate was huge too. As wide as he was tall. His mere presence in our shared accommodation seemed to take up three quarters of it.
A lot of the time I struggled to breathe. Claustrophobia and panic attacks. Not that I'm mental or anything. At least I don't think I am. I've never had one of those special doctors tell me so anyway. I just don't like small spaces. Especially small spaces feeling trapped alongside society's worst people. Murderers, rapists, druggies. You name it, this building is full of them. Monsters. Each and every one of them. Monsters all carrying their own personal demons. Not me though. I'm here by accident.
Now before I...