Tof's One Shot Short Stories

Prison: Worse than Hell {One Shot #2}

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Well, this sucks.

How was I supposed to know that I couldn't drag a dead horse on a Sunday! Jeez, Canada is weird.

The guards grabbed me by my arms and dragged me into my cell, they forced me to lay down and they looked at me, before I past out, I noticed the guards winking at me...

I woke up, everyone else was asleep, I could tell by the monstrous sounds that they call 'snores'. I lifted up from the uncomfortable bed, which squeaked as I got up, I heard a bell, suddenly everyone was leaving their cells. I began following them, I mean, if they're going this way, then it must be safe right?

I stood there with all the other prisoners, I noticed they had name tags, I began to read them: Hema Lema, Shama Lama, Carl, what kind of names are these!? I get Carl but Hema Lema?! Shama Lama?! There was even one that said Ding Dong! They've got to be kidding, like I said, Canada is weird.

The rest of my colleagues were chatting to each other, but it soon died down once the guards came in. They looked at all of us with stern faces, but as soon as they stared at me, there was a wink... what?

"What a fine body of men." He shortly said after, giving shivers down my spine.

He then began talking gibberish, such as:

"Someone ate all of the custard creams."

"Everyone's pillows have been fluffed by us."

"We have a special announcement..."

One of the men began to stare at just me, I tried my best not to freak out but I honestly just wanted to punch them in the face.

"The darlings who won themselves a cell search are..."

Oh great, what were they going to look for, I was only here for a day! I wonder how long the other guys were here for. I felt as though I was the youngest one, except maybe for another kid, who has a brown bowl hair cut. Oh yeah, focus.

"Desmond and Chris!"

I heard a guy groan as he said this, must be Chris, I noticed him sneak off hoping that no one would notice, wonder where he was going, I decided to sneak off and follow him, but as I was about to leave, one of the guards grabbed my arm, pulling me back.

"We didn't tell you leave yet, now did we Desmond?" The guard asked with a grin.

"No..." I muttered, looking at my feet.

We then headed off for breakfast, as soon as I got in, everyone pushed and shoved me to get a tray, this was just like high school, except I was with grown men who had probably done something much worse than drag a dead horse.

I grabbed a tray and sat down, and to my surprise someone actually joined me, it was that kid I was talking about, with the bowl cut, I looked at his name tag, it said Ken.

"Hi," I introduced myself. "I'm Desmond."

"K-Ken." The kid stuttered. "I'm Ken."

He ate and didn't speak after that, I then spoke.

"So... what are you in here for?"

Ken looked up from the tray, he wasn't really looking up to say it.

"I took the blame..."

I wanted to ask for more information, but the bell rang, and we were left to do whatever we want, I decided that if I wanted to get out, I needed to become strong, so I began lifting some weights, as I grunted, I could see from the corner of my eye that one of the guards were watching me, I tried to ignore him.