The next morning, Jared was ushered to a different part of the jail, because he was such a dangerous inmate, and the guards shoved him into what would be his home for 4 days a week. Being about the size of a king size bed, this cell had all the amenities anyone would ever want. A wood bench, light, and metal door. The next 23 hours were for just to him, with peace and quiet, and those little voices that are in your head. No one felt bad for Jared, he was a criminal after all, and who doesn’t love destroying minds?
This ensued for Jared for quite some time. Infraction, solitary confinement, infraction, more solitary confinement, and so forth for what seemed like 25 or 30 years behind those barbed wire walls. He became a new man, and was taught his lesson for doing the unspeakable things he did. He will never be the same, but that's what happens when you can’t feed yourself and have to steal cookies from the cookie jar. No one ever saw him again after he left, but no one cared. He broke the law after