DYLAN

Behind the bars, stood my best friend, the guy that once knew so much about me. Looking at him in his miserable state reminded me of how many times I had made him feel so miserable.

I taunted him in high school, I made him feel worthless. I proved to him I was better in any way - in many ways. I made him feel miserable, inferior. I realized now that I was never the better friend.

'How's it in there?" I moved closer to the cell ...