Sweet as sugar, hard as ice, hurt me once ill kill you twice ~ Jeffree Star
She'd awoke to the loud clunk of the metal doors opening as the cells were unlocked allowing the prisoners to wander out. "Time for breakfast it seems" her soft voice barely breaking a whisper as she rose making sure to avoid her mess on the floor, they would be in to clean it later. Hopefully.
She shuffled her feet as she pushed against the cool door to open it as it creaked in protest. She'd stifle a yawn as she headed out of her room following the small crowds of prisoners toward the mess hall for what THEY called "breakfast".
She'd walk past the line grabbing an apple wiping it on her shirt before taking her first small bite of many. She had made her way over to a table in the far corner closest to the window as she held the apple to her mouth staring out at the horizon. She'd hesitate for only a moment before chomping down harshly on the apple causing a few droplets from the juicy fruit to drip down from the corners of her mouth onto her exposed chest.
She had only been in a spaghetti strap tank top that she'd grown to big for a few years back now leaving her stomach exposed showing off her small frame, the sweats she wore had been tattered and torn throughout her 17 years of life being passed down the row to any new inmate or to someone who had grown to big for their old pair. She let the apple drop from her hand as she drew her legs up to her chest curling her toes against the cool metal of the tables seating area.
She let out a soft sigh as she closed her eyes basking in the warmth of the suns rays through the window. The warmth wrapped around and enveloped her body like a large blanket as she sat still as her mind started to drift into her subconscious. She'd lick her lips coating them in saliva in hopes to keep them from cracking as heavy footsteps neared her drawing her back to reality as she started tensing up in fear tightening her grip around her legs.
She'd suppress a whimper as she looked over her shoulder at what looked to be a new clueless inmate, he obviously didnt know the rules here yet. dont talk to the crazy skitzo girl, but truth be told i wasnt skitzy or nothing like that i was just afraid of people, guards mainly but i just didnt get along well with others put it like that.
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Bloody Rose
HorrorHer name was rose. She was born and raised a prisoner. Will she ever escape the confines of her prison? To sprout her wings and fly? Will she ever be capable to survive in the real world and find true love possibly? We may never know.
