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Gina Vendetti #1

Requested by @Deadking2408, thanks for requesting! Hope you like it.

You woke up to the sound of prison guards calling. This was nothing new. You had been in juvenile prison for a while now so you were used to it. You yawned and rubbed your eyes as you unwillingly got out of bed. You did miss getting to sleep all day on the weekends though. Oh well, you shouldn't have committed all those strings of burglaries, but if you can't do the time, don't do the crime.

Your day went pretty much the same as every other day here as there was a set routine, hygiene, exercise, some mind numbing labour and a fight with some other kid. Nothing out of the ordinary. Yep, life could be tough in here, but also a little lonely, but you had someone to share whatever free or assigned time with: Gina. You bumped into her one day and things had never been the same since. She was angry at you first, and threatened to beat you up, but you actually stood up to her. Impressed, she actually began to respect you as you tried to make your presence felt whilst you were stuck in this joint. She wasn't all bad, though she could be a little difficult at times, a lot of the time.

"(y/n), I've got some mail for you here" A guard informed you as he passed you a letter.

"Some more fan mail i hope" You chuckled and didn't hesitate to rip it open. You quickly scanned the contents in the envelope and immediately went pale. You didn't know what you expected, but you did not expect to see this. You were unusually quiet all day. You didn't protest anything or complain or even answer to other prisoners. Everyone noticed your strange change, but no one asked. You wouldn't have told them anyway. You kept clear of everyone, even Gina, but you couldn't escape her at dinner. As everyone took their seats, she sat opposite you. Her permanent frown lightened up a little when she saw you but you took no notice. She soon got frustrated with your silence.

"Hey, jerk, why am i getting the silent treatment?" She demanded.

"You're not, i just don't feel like talking much today" You answered her, not making eye contact.

"Oh, think you're too good for me or something, huh?" She said angrily and flung...whatever this stuff that was they were serving you was.

You got real mad and your red face and steam coming out of your ears melted the food off. "CUT IT OUT!" you yelled at her and moved.

"What the heck is your problem today?" She challenged you.

"What does it matter? It's my business!"

"Oh, so something is going on, huh? What is it?" She shouted and shook her fist.

"It's nothing! It's just a letter i got this morning! I don't want to talk about it" You muttered and walked off.

"What sorta letter? A threatening one?" She asked with a raised eye brow, curiosity piqued at this point.

"A personal one, from home"

"I would've thought that would be a good thing?" She quizzed you.

"Well yes, but...it was to inform me of the death of a relative" You confessed, sucking up tears.

Her harsh look softened and she seemed sympathetic. "Oh, I'm sorry"

"It's fine" You replied, but it really wasn't greaving is always a difficult process, probably even more so here in prison. "Please just leave me alone"

i really didn't know" She could empathize as she didn't have a family herself and knew how it felt to be alone, but as nasty as she was, she didn't want you to be alone. She put her hand on yours and gave you a smile. You looked at her and you gave her a weak smile. She then proceeded tp squeeze your hand and arm wrestle you and beat you. you both laughed at this before you both had to return to your cells. It wasn't going to be easy for you, but she was willing to do whatever it took to get you through it, she wasn't the best at advice and comfort, but she woukd try to help in any way she knew how. You were miserable, but at least you weren't alone, and neither was she.