Breakfast went によって quickly the 次 day. Though, I wasn't hungry, even though my stomach growled to be filled up.

"Dude, eat something, breakfast is better than the other shit they feed us."My cell mate whispered aka NGA19, his real name was Greg.
"Thanks for the heads up."I murmured, taking a bite from my breakfast.

Greg and I started a conversation until everyone had to go back to they're cells. 

After the cell door closed and locked behind us, we each took a シート, 座席 on our coats. Greg was Russian, but he could speak English without a struggle. He had dark brown eyes and a messy mane of brown hair. 

"So how'd あなた get stuck in here?"Greg asked curiously. 
"I'd rather not say..."I sighed, trying to avoid the subject. 
"Ah, I see…I got stuck in here for stealing a car and trying to rob a gas station. It's stupid though, I was stupid when I did it too, not that anyone gives a shit."Greg replied, stretching his legs.

"What did your parents say about it?"I asked, brushing my hair off of my face. 

A cold look crossed Greg's face, he laughed harshly,"They didn't come and try and find a way to get me out of here. They don't give a damn about me. I'm just the son they never wanted."

"Dude...I'm sorry about that."I sighed, knowing exactly what it was like to have your parents hate you.

"Why are あなた apologizing? It's not your fault. It's mine fault....No it's they're fault. My mom tried everything not to have me, she smoked and drank when she was pregnant with me. I guess in a way it damaged me. It did hurt when she told me that she had never wanted me. She had four kids. I was the 秒 oldest. 

"She hated me from the start. I don't know why though. I was only baby, I was innocent than. My father tried to be nice to me, he didn't understand why my mother hated me so much. But something changed, my mom changed him to be against me..."Greg sighed, glaring at the floor.

At that point, I didn't know what to say. Greg had been through the worst of things, now he was stuck here. 

He looked up at me,"Your life can't be as bad as that. I bet your parents loved you."he said.

"My father hated me. He's part of the reason I ended up here."I explained. After what Greg had just told me, I felt the need to tell him why I ended up here, so I did.

After I finished, Greg let out a short whistle and 発言しました something in Russian. "Damn man, sucks."He said, shaking his head.

"Not as much as your story."I replied.
"Heh, true,true."He smiled weakly. 

Suddenly a loud whistle echoed the prison. "Guess it's lunch, または else we're aloud to walk around outside the prison."Greg yawned, getting to his feet. I followed his lead.