Ian was framed and convicted for a crime he didn't commit, sent to one of the worst prisons in the world, following the request of a mafia boss he unintentionally messed with.
During his trial, Ian found out why he was specifically sent there; this...
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Ian Willis.
How to survive in prison?
Simple; don't commit a crime! But, if you're one of the unfortunate people like me, then you got no choice but to survive your time there.
Survive. This word always makes me chuckle bitterly. Although it's somewhat an acquired ability, I feel like, for me, it's an innate mentality. It's the only thing I know I'm good at; from the moment I was born, and probably till the day I die.
Even at this very moment, in this small sanctuary I've created, I'm trying to survive. I don't know why, to be honest. Life lost its meaning for me a long time ago. I've never even flinched when I'm in deadly situations, nor did I fear losing my life before. Yet, there is this tiny part of me that doesn't want to give up. Still fighting and struggling, holding on little things to keep me going.
In all honesty, it's galling.
Back to why I am here and why I'm frantically writing in this notebook, in this godforsaken place. I want this to serve as a memoir, a diary, a guidebook, or whatever you want to call it. I want you to read my story, and hopefully, learn something from it.
My name is Ian Willis; a college student who had a promising future ahead of him. But I am what you call a fool. People tend to stay away from trouble while I thoroughly chased after it. I took everything lightly, and I arrogantly thought I was leading a well-thought-out life. And guess what? I messed up really bad.
I'm not a saint and never will I claim innocence. I used to blame the rough system, thinking it made me who I am today. I always thought that my life was ruined when the economic crisis hit our country, causing dad to lose his business and fall into depression. And as a result, he ended his life. I blamed the unfair system and him for leaving me with nothing but hefty bills, chased day and night by debtors.
My mother just left me to fend for myself, starting a new life of her own with some rich bastard. My friends abandoned my broke self as I become more of a liability than an open wallet. And the system took whatever dignity I had left and tossed me out with nothing but the clothes on my body.
The board of management at my father's company declared bankruptcy, and I was evicted from the house I called home for years. I moved to a rundown part of the town with the little money I had saved in my personal bank account. I dropped out of college since I couldn't afford it. Depressed, dispirited, and angered by all of this, I resorted to other ways to get money and survive.
I told you, I'm a fool. Retrospect, I realize now how much of a brat I was. Instead of studying hard when I had the opportunity, I thought my father's money would never run out. I fooled around and spent thousands of dollars every day as if there was no tomorrow. I had extravagant summer vacations, overseas trips, and bought unnecessary expensive things. I never listened to my dad, nor did I give him the chance to explain himself when he was in a tight spot.
