"Krystle Kollar, I hereby sentence you to a minimum of five years at Riverside Falls" Bang. Just like that, Krystle's promising life was over. Yet, she did not cry, did not claim innocence or injustice. The young woman of barely twenty seven simply hung her head and followed the bailiff from the room, her hands neatly folded in front of her. The orange jumpsuit she was swearing swallowed her now slight frame, as pound after pound slid off her bones during her imprisonment. A smirk touched her lips when she realized she now had the body she'd always dreamed of, jutting collar bones, bird like wrists and ribs she could count. After years of hating herself for being fat, she'd lost the weight. Yet, the self hatred only changed it's name, and intensified into a murderous scream that reverberated in her skull.

Everything else happened rather quickly. Krystle only spent about three hours in her cell before she was hustled into a van and on the road. The trip seemed to last forever, as the guard that sat with her would not speak. So as the minutes ticked by at an agonizing rate she stared into the abyss, her fingers absently picking at the bandages on her wrists, proof of her first attempt at escape. Images flashed in her minds eye, scenes that caused tears to run down her sunken cheeks. They were why she was in this van, why she was going to spend the next several years of her life at Riverside Falls, a maximum security institution for the criminally insane. Insane, what an interesting word. She didn't feel crazy, just horribly guilty. Yet her lawyer insisted that Krystle had a Border-Line personality disorder that had gone undetected up until the incident, and apparently he had had enough evidence to convince the jury. The details were unimportant though, Krystle had did it, and now she was here.

It was nearly dark when they arrived at the prison. The guard double-checked Krystle's handcuffs and leg shackles before letting her out of the back of the van. Her legs were cramped so the first few steps were difficult, but when she realized how terribly cold it was outside she immediately wanted to run for the doors. Blessedly, her guards felt the same way. Once inside she was stripped, searched and showered. Her lanky hair was cut short, and her fingernails were trimmed. The nurses that did this for her were silent and efficient, though the pure disgust that burned in their eyes did not escape Krystle. As soon as she was outfitted in one of their scrub like uniforms she was taken by a different guard and placed in another cell. This one was nicer though, the bed looked a bit more comfortable and though there were security cameras inside, it had a door instead of just a barred wall, offering some kind of privacy. Krystle sat on the bed and waited, unsure of what to do next.

The wait wasn't long. A burly female nurse came in and crossed her arm, looking at her new patient. "Alright Krystle, my name is Linda. I run a tight ship, so unless you want your happy ass to end up in solitary, you'd better toe the line. Dinner is in an hour, but we'll have you eat in your cell tonight. Tomorrow begins chores, therapy and work duty. Don't think just because that judge thinks you're a nut that can't think for yourself that I do too. You'll do what you're told when you're told, and you'll take your meds like a good girl, once our psychiatrist evaluates you, got it?" The woman glared at Krystle so intently she was unsure if she was actually supposed to respond, so she nodded silently. "Good. I'll be back in an hour, so you might as well take a nap." With that, the woman bustled from the room, and the buzz that sounded when the door closed told Krystle that the door was tightly sealed.