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Isabella 90.

It was so broody in here and bleak in here. I tried not to let it get to me but it did. The somber atmosphere in Red Gate Penitentiary was sad and contagious. Why would anyone want to stay here. I tried to imagine how life would be here everyday.

Damien and I waited at the visiting hall of the prison. I was nervous and anxious. Damien placed a calming hand on my lap as my legs were shaking uncontrollably.

"Fear is natural, only mad men have no fear, you will overcome this," Damien whispered to me. I nodded.

Before we got here, we had both decided that, I would see him alone. Robert had been deemed armed and dangerous so I could only see him behind the thick glass with a telephone fixed to it.

"If things get uncomfortable, you know that you can always leave," Damien told me. I nodded again and held his hand for moral support.

Truth be told, it was not easy going to face the man that just traumatized me but I knew that it had to be done. If I did not d