I Walk alone I walk alone

The day I met him was when I was visiting my mother in prison, he was walking through the hall with the shackles around his wrists and feet so he couldn't get away. The security guards had their hands placed firmly on each one of his arms. He tilted his head to look at me and a smirk appeared wildly on his face. That blue hair, nose piercing and piercing green eyes seemed to draw me in, and like a great TV show I was hooked

(Warning lots of panic attacks, depression, anxiety, abuse.)