I felt the coldness of the concrete wall against my head, sweat dripping down my forehead. There he was, the one person in this whole place who reminded me of her.
"Why him? " I kept asking, there were hundreds of cells, why put me in this one?
     His smile that many would consider charming just fueled my rage further. It was the smile of when we first met, before he tainted my mind with memories of him. I wanted to hurt him, to allow myself to surrender control to what could. Yet try as I might it refused to respond, I felt weak and powerless. 
        The dismal air threatened to choke me, stained with the garlicky scent of fear. The thousands of different scents were almost indistinguishable, yet I could still smell it. The fear of a small child who's only crime was stealing a pie from a bakery, a mother's sorrow that she could never see her children again, and overpowering smell of a man sentenced to death.
     The fear of death was a smell I knew well, I was the one that caused it.