Coldrens Prison

Had it not been the worst fcking day of my life I would have woken up to the smell of freshroasted coffee warm bread straight out of the oven and birds chirping as if I were living in one of those nauseating happilyeverafter fairy tales.Instead I woke up in some prison with my arms chained to a wall and blood gushing down my face. Stained clothes and an immense pounding in my head caused concern for my longevity. I had no idea who put me there nor why they left me in this state.