Continued Crimes.

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As the policeman opened the door to the cells, a vile smell lingered in Charley's nose. The smell of body odour, burnt hair and mould. As she looked up, the hundreds of cells came into vision, all lined together neatly, all the same shape. The chattering stopped as they walked through the corridor of crime. "Your probably in here for some pick pocketin'!" A tall boy, no older than 21, shouted from one of the end cells as they approached it, a giant grin on his dirty face. The police officer kicked the cell bars, causing the boy to flinch back and shut up, completely wiping his smile off his face. Eventually they reached the end of the cell unit, stopping at a cell with a girl inside, her sitting on the wooden chair in the corner of the room, her knees up to her chest and head in them, "Right, Charley Smith, this will be your home for a couple." He then took the key that was dangling off of his belt into the cell gate, opening it. Then reaching for another, grabbing Smiths hands and undoing the handcuffs, nudging her inside before locking the cell again. "Better off trying to know each other, since you're stuck in ere." He would say, walking back down the isle of cells once more, closing the door with a loud bang. 

And then the chattering came again, loud shouting, lots of threats, banging against the walls. Chaos. Charley would sigh, turning around to the girl in front of her. 'Great.'  She'd think, an annoyed look on her face. She wanted a cellmate who was communicative.

The cell looked plain. A orange tint on the walls and a brown substance travelling up the corners of the walls. Charley would walk to the bunkbed, seeing the messed up bed on the top, so she presumed that the bottom bed was hers, climbing onto it. The mattress made a loud creak, and underneath her it felt hard and lumpy. A sulk rose upon her face, realising this was probably a hand-me-down mattress given to the prison for prisoners. Meaning it was broken. I mean, what did she expect? A fresh new mattress with silky soft sheets and ten pillows? It was prison, and she couldn't get her head around it.

Suddenly, Charley's head would shoot up, seeing the other girl stood up, looking down at her with a numb look on her face, "I'm Kenzie, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier." Kenzie's voice was deep, masculine but soft. She sounded hurt almost, and tired. Her posture was bad, and from the angle Charley sat at looked around 5'10. Dark brown hair, down to her waist. 'Shit'  Charley thought, trying to gather the words she needed. Instead, she was mesmerised by the woman in front of her once again.

"Oh, hello. I'm Charley. Charley Smith." She'd eventually say, a nervous smile looming on her face. Kenzie would give a smile back, sitting back down on the floor with her legs crossed, looking at Charley with a curious look, "How did you end up in here?"

All of what had happened that past week sprung into Charleys' head once again, it fully emerging her back into reality. Killing her parents, running away, hiding them, Liam.  All came back to her. "I committed 4 counts of murder and hid from the police." Charley would admit, tilting her head down in shame, still picturing everything. Surprisingly, Kenzie smiled, looking relieved almost. 

"I thought it would be a robbery or something. I'm glad your just as insane as all of us in here." Kenzie would let out a deep breath, playing with her bitten nails. "We're all in here for life. Even death penalty for our crimes." She'd pause. "Out of ones mind, if you'd like to say."  

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