Clang goes the wrought iron gate as I step inside the fortress where my fate awaits me. Behind me is the life I knew, before me is uncertainty and conformity. All aspects of my life are regimented from now on, my life is no longer my own. I lost that right when I hurt someone else, all for my selfishness. Now as I see the specters of half humans hovering around me, I come to see the faces of those that I hurt that will haunt me. I want to hide from the guilt that is inside of me, but the ghost of the past won't let me. As I walk into my new home eight feet by eleven feet is what I now call my own. A space reserved for people like me, behind an iron curtain that is drawn behind me.