Jaylah García has the opportunity to have a better life in the surrounding and private schools in London, UK. Trying to hide her past self from the glare of the rich and privileged students around her she tries her best to live up to her dream which...
Panamá, Tocumen, La Joyita (women's penitentiary center).
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2:54 Pm
The leaks and the squeaks of the rusted metal of the cells filled the atmosphere for the constant gasps of women being abused with blows will not reach the ears or attention of the police commanders.
It was going to be 3 in the afternoon, which meant that it was time for 'recess', in this case, 'the meeting'.
Jaylah sat quietly in her stool bin while she waited for her cell door to be opened. Her jail uniform was already worn, the orange color had faded to a dark cream color, her knuckles were dark and palms were callused, her long black hair was in a bun, and her dark brown eyes were lost in a small crack at the top of the cell that gave off a small light that reminded her that she would not stay in prison forever.
"DeJesus! Get out!" A guard snaps at her and struggles to put her handcuffs on while she pushes her to the park. The sun was still at its highest level, the heat, and a thick atmosphere made every prisoner suffocate.'
Jaylah tried to see across the park among the people and began to address a group of at least five women, all of whom are tattooed, obese, and tall, while they were seated, they began to see how the girl approaches them even without saying a word glaring at her with a death-slayer look.
Shortly after, she begins to recite a song to the most intimidating of all. A bald, dark-haired woman with a large scorpion tattoo behind the nape of her neck.
"Calum! Ha! Ha! Ha! Here you called me, and here I am." She says with a bow. "... And the nightingale answers when the lovers they are going to serve love; but for me, sad, scared, that I live in this prison; I don't even know when it is daytime or when the nights are, but for a --- "
Calum gets mad and exclaims, "Shut your fucking mouth!" Jaylah stops short but her smile is still intact. "Time to pay your debts."
"Mine? I wasn't the one using a fucking metal stick as a dildo last night."
All the crowd hearing the comment starts cheering and 'wooing', while Calum's face turns red with anger as she jumps to Jaylah. The two fall to the floor in the middle of gasps and jerks, Jaylah begins to poke several blows at Calum against the floor, but Calum outweighs her puts her in her place thinking that this way she would have more advantage, however, the girl took advantage of her same advantage to wrap her legs around her neck making her beg for air, at one point she saw the madness on Jaylah's face to enjoy how Calum was in almost her last moments, but when she saw that her opponent was weak, Calum nailed her teeth to Jaylah's left thigh, while she puts her underneath while she punches her several times. If it hadn't been for Calum getting beaten up y the guards, Jaylah's face would have been even more bloody and hurt than she was now.
Everything happened so fast that in a single flash they had already separated the two and taken them to the two ends of the prison to isolated cells, without food and without cells with bars but with solid and opaque doors. Jaylah couldn't help but shudder once they threw her into her cell falling on her face, eliciting a high moan that flooded her entire section. She even scared the rats that were on it. Still in between moans, fighting her way to be into a crawling position she starts to question herself.
How the fuck did she get here? How could she have prevented it? Why couldn't she help it? What signs of her did she ignore that led her to this place? What did she do to God? Who abandoned her? Because right now? Is this how it will end? Is this how her story will end?
In her most stressful moments, she would never have allowed it, but inside her, she could only let the pain out. A long, loud scream that drowned out every metal screech, leak, gasp, and space around; a scream that brought her into a deep, deep sleep.
Panamá, Santa Ana. 2007
A little girl in her school uniform took happy little jumps next to her mother's grip on the poor streets of Santa Ana. The girl was happy that her mother had got her a new Pocahontas backpack and was eager to show it off on her new day third-grade class. Once they get to school the mother reminds her daughter "to wait every day after school sitting down and never come home alone." The girl was very obedient, she would never dare to go against the rules of her mother. "Did you hear me, Jaylah?"
"Yes, mommy." That phrase resonated into Jaylah's mind like if she was in an empty arena.
The illusion was broken when a guard harshly slams his baton against the iron wall while yelling at her to wake up. They were going to take her to have her wounds treated. Although it had been enough time for them to become infected, it was not a bad time to close the odd scar.
'One more for the collection' she thought'
The guards punished her by restricting her food for at least three days. She didn't care, better to not be exposed to those who can make her more harmful things.
While having her sewed by a doctor in her arm a female guard watching her goes up to her and says. "You only have two fucking weeks left on your sentence and you're in fucking trouble? Do you want it extended? Or are you stupid?"
Jaylah laughs to herself. Even at 17, she doesn't even know what to do next.
She lived in the streets for two years, living as a thief, she eventually got caught and accused of burglary sentenced to 1 year as she was still underage. Even if she knew that it wasn't her fault there was lots of evidence going to her so she couldn't have a single alibi. For a time she used to believe that it was meant to be for her or was mainly causality, but still, she can't still figure out who was the one who wanted her guilty.
