The Last Prison

Chapter 1 - Unordinary Life

My name is Zahir and before being locked up I was a generally good guy with nice morals, but it seems this harsh world has changed me from within. I can guess where my changes first started tracing it to a certain incident. 

Growing up I was the child parents dreamed of having; disciplined, well mannered, and obedient. As I grew from a child to a teenager those traits still remained within me of course I was somewhat more disobedient than before but overall it seemed like I hadn't changed much. 

I then changed from a teenager to an adult and started learning more about the world I got a pretty successful career as a doctor and then went on to get married to a beautiful wife, she then got pregnant with my child and I felt much more love for her than I ever had before.

Now follow me I know this doesn't exactly seem to get me anywhere near prison but I'm getting somewhere with this. One night I get a call from a stranger saying he wants to talk to my wife and that he " really can't be doing this anymore " before I get anymore information on who he is and what he was talking about my wife comes in she grabs the phone and promptly hangs up. I ask her who that was and she says it must've been her ex from before she met me and that he was delusional or something of the sort. I then ask her what he meant by he can't do this anymore she doesn't answer. She walks away and just leaves me with suspicion, but I take her word for it and don't look into it anymore.

Few months later and she gives birth to twins, I look at them and adore them at first sight I then look up to see her reaction expecting a motherly gaze towards her children, which I do happen to see but mixed up somewhere within, her gaze also contains disgust towards the twins. I don't quite understand why she looks like that but I assume it really wasn't directed towards the children and that she's off in her own world.

Years later as I spend more and more time with my children I come to see that they seem to be afraid of being left alone with their mother and are really attached to me, but she just tells me that they might like me more because they see me less often but I get a different feeling this time and I don't just settle down with it anymore. I'm not around the house as much because of the recent pile up with work so I decide to take initiative and put surveillance cameras around the house to see what the children are really afraid of. As I head off to work and get to my office everything seems normal and I'm not in such a rush to see patients as much take it easy and decide to see how my children are doing. 

As I open the surveillance system on my phone what I see astonishes me and at the same time infuriates with me. There is the man who she said was her delusional ex boyfriend and her sitting on the couch, now how do I know this you may ask well I seemed to recall that his voice sounded familiar and so I ended up with this conclusion. Now although I am astonished that my wife is with another man I am actually extremely angry because they had locked the children in another room with an unknown man. 

This man didn't seem to care for my children whatsoever more like he enjoyed seeing them get hurt and wanted to make them cry but didn't go overboard just enough for him to enjoy whatever sadistic interest he had and not make anything too visible as my wife had probably asked him to.

I knew I couldn't just sit there and just watch my children be mishandled by some random stranger I didn't know. On my way there I thought about how everything had started going wrong at some point, from the first moment my wife looked at those children I'm sure she didn't want them and was only using me to get money. I'm guessing at some point my money was not enough for her considering she decided to use the children and probably sell those videos to some disgusting freaks on the internet as well as let this other freak in on the action. I drove as fast as I possibly could not even stopping for the police on my chase which I knew would be troublesome later on, at this point I was just fuming with rage.

I got home and saw my wife chatting on the couch with who I assumed she was cheating with. This guy had probably been her ex who I had heard on the phone, but that wasn't even the least of my problems I swung the door open not caring for their expressions and headed straight to my children's room where I promptly kicked the door open and then proceeded to move my children to a safer location and then started swinging at that man with all I had not caring in the least for his struggles and screams. It seemed at some point I had hit him so hard that he had stopped breathing but all I could see was red from my full blown anger and I didn't stop and didn't want to stop not until I remembered those who had even started and brought this man to my house. I then lunged at my wife and the man and before those police that had been chasing me could stop me I got a good swing at the both of them leaving them both bloody and bruised. 

The police finally detained me as I saw my children in the corner being shielded by another officer from me as if I was the reason they were traumatized. They then took me my wife and her ex all to the police station to even try and get to the bottom of this. At the end of it all when I entered that house I wasn't the same man who had left it that morning. This experience had changed how I now viewed things in this world. I gave my testimony for the time being and asked about the whereabouts of my children thankfully they told me that they were staying with my parents who I trusted with all my being. Although at the end of it all I was given jail time because of what I had done I was happy knowing that my wife and her ex had gotten a much longer time in jail than me. I had been given a sentence of at least 13 years compared to them who had gotten a sentence of  30 years more or less. 

This is to the point where I am now it has been 5 years since I first got into prison and I am now more or less accustomed to the rules around here and live my life waiting for the days my children come and seem me which they seem to enjoy but also more or less fear because of what happened back then, but nonetheless I don't regret anything I did to protect my children back then.