I don't regret anything. (short story)

Chapter 1: Jeffrey

Chapter 1: Jeffrey

Do you know that feeling, you got too far in doing something and you regret it afterwards? And you keep saying things like :"I wish I didn't do that" or "Why am I that stupid? Couldn't I just turn around and walk away?".

Ya you know, just to make that clear, I'm not a kind of person that has those feelings often. I'm like, everything happens with a cause. Behind the clouds there is sunshine or more quotes like that. I rather see everything from the brightside.

I don't really had that feeling very strong, maybe once in my whole life. I'm always optimistic about everything. There's always another way to come out of a shitty situation, right?

Ya I really did believe that last one, till 2 years ago... There is no way to come out of prison, because one way or another you'll come back and often with a bigger punishment than before. I saw that happen a couple of times in here. So I don't even want to try it.

But even though I'm already have been stuck here for two years, I don't regret the thing I did what got me trapped in here. It was a good thing to do...

A good thing that contributes to that is that, jail isn't that bad as many people out there think. It's not like you have to live on water and bread only and there aren't spiders everywhere. It's really clean actually and the food is good enough.
The only thing that's kinda true is that there are some big criminals, who get together and scare the life out of you when they scoff you at the hallway or even talk to each other with their harsh voices. But if you don't make them angry and get away when their coming across you, they don't harm you.

In the beginning I was pretty terrified of the whole prisonlife thing. I'm not going to lie. Though you'll end up excepting that you got to stay in here for a couple of years and then you try to make friends like you usually do when you are somewhere new.

Sometimes it's like a high school in here. When you walk into the cafétaria you see all kinds of groups; the group with people who are always silent, the big guys which I just spoke about, the creative ones who always try to make their orange clothes a little different, a group of people who always complain about something (mostly about how stupid they are to get in here) and the normal ones, as I call them, a bunch of people who don't fit anywhere but still are happy with each other. That group is where I belong. Different from high school is that there isn't a popular group, or maybe we are but we don't see it like that.

Besides a cafétaria there is also a big gym. I tend to spend a lot of my free hours there, when I'm not working. I like to train my strenght but I also do cardio. I always had an interest in working out, now the gym is a 10 meters walk! Isn't that ideal?

There is also a place outside where we can come together. I wouldn't call it a yard 'cause there aren't any flowers and I think a yard without flowers isn't a yard. Not that it is all dry or something, there is grass and maybe two  trees.

And ofcourse there are the cells, where we sleep at night or where we will be locked up if we did something wrong. There are four cellblocks at each side of the building, four cellblocks at the left for the men and four cellblocks at the right for the women.

We only see the women at the cafétaria or, if we're lucky, in our freetime. Not that often because they have different work to do as our men so they have different work hours. A grin comes over my face.

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Love u,

Angelique