(Past)
"Gio" I mumble pushing her
She stays unresponsive.
"Gio" I groan shaking her more
I sigh rolling over to face her, usually she isn't a heavy sleeper. Lately we have been sharing a bed, of course we can't sleep together when guards are around but since we haven't causing trouble, they have no reason to be watching us 24\7.
"Gio" I whisper shaking her
She stays unresponsive.
Rolling her over onto her stomach to face the Celling I notice she looks different. While there isn't a lot of light in our cell, we do have a tiny plastic light that allows me to see enough.
She's pale, her eyes are half closed, I can see her veins.(which isn't normal considering she is tanned)
"Gio?" I breath out
I quickly sit up, grabbing her cold hand feeling for her pulse. When I don't find one, I move to her neck feeling below her jaw. Once again not feeling anything except the beat of my own heart, I remove her orange shirt in a quick motion before pressing down on the left side of her chest.
I start to panic when I don't feel anything, rushing out of bed I start to bang on the cell door alarming the guards whom are on night duty.
"Help!" I don't remember her doing anything lastnight, she told me she
Was clean and has been clean for four years.Two armed guards coming rushing in one pushing pass me while the other stays infront of the door holding his pistol.
Noticing her state, the guard calls out on the walky talky for the head nurse to prep a bed. The nurse who was guarding the door cuffs my hands before dragging me to solitaire.
I don't resist because my head isn't thinking anymore, all I can picture is Giovanna pale, on the bed.
I can feel bile raising in my throat, but I push it down. Gio has been here for two years, we've fucked, went On prison dates which really just consisted of us eating lunch together alone. I asked her out a month ago, surprisingly she said yes.
Sure I may not love her, but I have love for her... or maybe it's love?
Lastnight before we fell asleep, she had told me her escape plan that she has been scheming with Alfonso for the past year. She told me that we would be out by Christmas.
That's only two months away.
There is no way she would've done anything to mess it up.
She won't die, she can't. We were together for almost the whole day. Except when we had our jobs...
She was with alessio, and that faith bitch. I have never trusted her. But she started dating alessio last year, so she
Was always with us. Lunch, breakfast, dinner, and free time.
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