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I LEANED AGAINST THE BARS, TAUNTING THE GUARDS NEXT TO THE CELL, "Cut it out Celeste," the boy in whom I shared a cell with called out. "Are you looking to pick a fight?" He asked, I turned over to look at him.
"Of course not Johnny boy, I'm just deathly bored." I flop down on the bed across from him, turning to look at him, his eyebrows rose, I've been locked up in a cell since I was almost sixteen, I turn eighteen in a couple of days, I was supposed to become queen, inherit the throne and its name, but considering I am in the skybox and will most likely be floated, Xander will become king.
I blew out a raspberry, groaning loudly as I let my body fall limp off the bed. "What's wrong with you now Aurora?" Murphy asked, I stared at the ceiling, silent for a moment and then sitting up to face John.
"It's just, a week from now I was supposed to become Queen, but I messed it all up- and now I'll be getting floated a week from now." The boy stared at me, coming to sit down against the bed next to me.
"You know, I told you how I got in here, you never told me how you got in here, considering it's been two magnificent years you've spent with me." He looked at me, I stared at the space Infront of me, John putting a reassuring hand in my knee.
"When I was uh, twelve, I killed a guard because he floated my mother, my father, well I thought he was my father told me it was "for mom" he manipulated me into thinking it was okay, and love the man to death okay, but you don't just, do that to your own child." I started, John nodded, I continued, "I just had sex with my best friend, and five guards bursted I to my room, I was completely out of it, I was crossfaded as shit, that night I murdered four guards.." I trailed off.
"What about the fifth one?" Murphy asked, I looked at him, "I- I couldn't, bring myself to.." "You knew him, didn't you." John asked me, I nodded. "He was special." My voice barely above a whisper, "I am being charged with one account of first degree murder, four accounts if second degree, and the possession of illegal substances."
Silence overtook the room, Murphy wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me I to a side hug as I layed my head on his shoulder. "At least you're badass Greengrass.." I lift my head to look at him, smiling. "Thanks Murphy."
We sat like that for awhile, until four guards came bursting through the cell, making me and Murphy jump up, his grip on my wrist.
"Prisoner 276 and 254, wrists out," one of the guards said, "Woah wait what are you doing? I'm not supposed to get floated until a week dawg-" one of them forcefully ripped Murphy's grip off me, a metal bracelet type thing stabbed j to my wrist, along with Murphy. "What is going on?" I asked, frantically looking at John who was as equally confused, "You're getting a second chance Princess, now c'mon!" One of the guards yelled, two of them grabbing my arms, putting handcuffs on me.
