[ WP ] You are sentenced to life in prison for murder . When in prison , you come to learn your cell mate is the brother of the man you murdered .

`` Yeah?'' Strum's voice was quiet. The type of quiet that preceded either deep sleep or uncontrollable rage. 
 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 
 Strum did n't speak for a long moment, unmoving on the bed. His legs were covered by a thin blanket, massive upper body sticking out from the covers. It took Jay everything he had to avoid taking a step back when the much bigger man suddenly shifted to face him. `` How?'' 
 
 `` You do n't believe me?'' 
 
 `` How?'' His voice was in that same tone. 
 
 `` I shot him.'' 
 
 To his credit, Strum did n't yell. It was way too early for lights on, too late for lights off. Strum stayed on the bed, thinking. 
 
 `` I told him to give me his shit and he did n't.'' Jay said the words with no emotion. `` I told him I'd shoot him, he did n't believe me. He said I did n't have it in me. So I shot him twice. Once in the stomach, once in the chest. Then I reached into his pockets and took his wallet. He looked a bit like you.'' 
 
 `` You tell me this shit the mornin' you gettin' out?'' Strum stood up now, facing Jay. 
 
 Jay nodded. 
 
 `` Why?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know.'' 
 
 `` You do n't know?'' Strum was standing opposite Jay, staring at him. 
 
 `` I guess it's the right thing.'' Jay said. 
 
 `` The right thing?'' Strum stepped closer. `` You remember when I told you how I got my name?'' 
 
 Jay nodded again, taking his own step back. He was nearly against the wall. 
 
 `` I lied,'' Strum whispered. His eyes were tearing up. `` My brother used to call me that, because he stole a guitar for me, I played with it all the time. It was n't... honestly it was a shitty guitar. I could barely tune the thing.'' 
 
 Jay blinked. `` I-'' 
 
 His next words were cut off as Strum's fist slammed his head into the wall. Before he realized what happened, Jay was looking up at Strum from the ground. He felt cold, confused. He tried to speak, but could n't get out any words. 
 
 *I'm sorry*. He thought to himself. There was no fear as Strum's bare foot smashed into his head. No pain either. 
 
 Just regret.
