The End Of My World

Chapter 13

   I wasn't really sure where I was going. I didn't really care much either. Wherever I was going, I was going there for a long time. Longer than I ever imagined. They're helping me out of the car, when I finally saw where I was going. Federal Prison. I couldn't believe that I was put in a place with such horrible people. No matter how much I didn't want to be here, I had to come to terms with it, this was my life now. I had to think of how I was going to survive in there. I had to think of something. I knew I couldn't just tell the people in there everything I was accused of. I was just going to tell them that I organized multiple bank robberies, and it wasn't until someone snitched on me that I got caught. People in places like these love bad asses, so that's what I'll give them. 

   After I was basically enrolled into the Prison, the guards brought me to what would now be my room. They left me in there with my new roommates so I could get settled. I looked around the room as I put my stuff on my new bed. I noticed the there were three other women in there. There was three of them, but there was another bed, so my fourth roommate wasn't in the room yet. As I was fixing my stuff, I could feel their eyes on me. I have to admit, I was a bit scared, but then again, I had nothing to lose, so I could care less. One of the women came up behind me and sniffed my hair. I realized that this was the moment when they were trying to intimidate me. But I wasn't that scared. I turned around and just stared at her, right in the eyes. No smile, no emotion came from my stare. She was looking back and then she finally spoke.

   Screwdriver: I like this one guys, she seems good. Name's Lina, but you have the privilege of callin' me Screwdriver. So tell me Blondie, what' s your name?

   Caroline: Caroline. 

   Screwdriver: No no no! Honey, that's too sweet of a name for you. We need to give you somethin' better than that, got a last name Blondie?

   Caroline: Mcaffnee.

   I must've said the right thing because one of the other women got up and came towards me.

   Sheila: I like it. Much better than fuckin' Caroline right Screw?

   Screwdriver: Yeah, I like it. What's your opinion Clark?

   Clark was very confusing to read, she was an older women who you could clearly tell these younger women looked up to. I wonder what she's in for. She's sitting in the corner of the room, staring at me. But then she gets up and walks towards me, so close until were only inches apart from one another.

   Clark: It's an okay name, It'll get you by, maybe even laid if that's what you're into. What're you in for?

   Caroline: Multiple robberies.

   Clark: Damn, multiple? I only got away with one when I got caught.

   Once she said that, the room filled with laughter, I think I might've won them over, that was until she walked in. Her name was Rosetta, but they called her Puddin'. They called her that because when she first came to Prison, everyone stole her pudding. They stole it until one day she stood up to them. By stood up, I mean shanked them all to death. She now steals other peoples puddings. It's a pretty cool backstory for the name if I'm being honest. 

   Puddin': Who the hell's this?

   Screwdriver: P, meet Mcaffnee.

   Puddin': What kind of fuckin' name is that?

   Caroline: Just a name, not like yours can be any better.

   Screwdriver: Oh shit, your don' gon' messed up on your first day.

   Puddin': Name's Puddin'. It's actually much better than yours is, so keep your mouth shut before I shut it for you.

   I knew that I shouldn't have started this. But what else did I have? A little Prison drama seemed okay, even if it killed me. Like I said before, I have nothing left to lose.

   Caroline: What're you gonna do then huh? Beat me up? There's nothing you can do to me-

   Puddin' interrupted me by socking me in the face. Hard. To keep up her reputation, she kept punching, until she couldn't any longer. At this point, I didn't really care, once she was done beating my face in, I got right back up. The look on her face was kind of like a confused puppy. She didn't even know how I could get right back up after that, but I did. 

   Screwdriver: What the hell!

   Puddin': What the fuck? You superman or something? I'm out, I'll come back for you later bitch!

   Puddin' left the room with Screwdriver. I was left there standing with blood on my face and two other girls staring at me.

   Sheila: I don't know how you did that, but I salute you. But don't take it too personal, Puddin' beat me up my first day here too. But I wasn't able to get up like you did. 

   Caroline: It's all good. I've gotten beat up worse than that.

   Sheila: So, robbery huh?

   Clark: Are you fucking deaf or something, she already told us she's a robber, how much more do you need? Man you fucking girls are all so stupid. You get more stupid every year your in here!

   Sheila: You forgot to take you meds this morning didn't you?

   Clark: They were all out of them.

   Sheila: I hate when that happens!

   As they continued their conversation about how stupid the Prison system is with running out of drugs, I went and sat on my bed. I have a top bunk, which I thankful for. It gives me a better observation space incase someone ever sneaks up on me at night. The only person that I was keeping my eye on so far was Puddin'. Something about her just didn't sit right with me. She seems like a cool person and all, but something just feels off about her. She has long brown hair, but she always keeps it braided. He skin complexion is pretty tan, maybe she's Hispanic or something. She was pretty tall, maybe about 5'9, 5'10. She's also slim, but not too slim. I'm not sure why I'm describing her. Maybe because I'm trying to find the thing that's putting me off so much. Maybe It's the way she speaks, she speaks very "Ghetto." It doesn't bother me as much as I'm trying to convince myself it does. I just want to know what's bothering me so much.