𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 | George Mendez

XIII | Between the bars

The potential of my prison stay, I'll never see it. Because I have to do what he says. I have to be good and listen, to survive.

I've been laying in bed, staring at the ceiling. I skipped breakfast - I can't feel hunger in my stomach, I can only feel pain. I've been sweating and rolling around because of the pain. I can't fall asleep again. 

"How long you gonna lay in bed for huh?", Aleida asked me. I couldn't even answer anything.

I'm not sure what I hurt or broke, everything just hurts. Most of all, my spirit.

My pride and dignity were fucked and beaten down. I can't walk because of the pain, I think my kneecap is broken or something, but no ones helping me. It seems like the world is against me. 

I need to pee, but I can't walk. I don't know how I made it from the closet to Healys office yesterday, maybe it was adrenaline - I just know for sure that now, I can't walk. Maybe hop, but nothing more.

I keep thinking this is a movie I'm watching in my head, like, I can't realise this whole thing - that it's actually happening, to me. It's just so unbelievable.

I'm alone in the bunk, Aleidas gone somewhere. I keep my eyes shut tightly, wishing I was dead. Nothing good in life is worth the pain I'm enduring right now.

I want to cry, but I can't... I'm so exhausted from the pain and lack of sleep.

"Are you okay?", I hear a male voice say and flinch a little, opening my eyes and spotting  Bennett in my bunk.

"Fuck... you scared the shit outta me", I say as he shakes his head and apologizes.

"Sorry, I just thought I'd check up on you. You don't look good, haha...", he always does that little nervous laugh. It's kinda cute, but unfitting.

I sigh and turn onto my back with a groan before answering: "Look at me. I don't know what I broke or fractured or what, but I do know that my whole body is in pain and Healy refused to listen. I went to him yesterday and he accused me of being crazy and put me on an antipsychotic... I need to go to medical but George's gonna kill me..."

I trail off as I stare back at the ceiling. "At this point I won't even protest. I wish he would just kill me. I can't do this anymore... Maybe I'll just kill myself."

He looks around and then croutches to me, a surprised look on his face.

"Don't say that! Listen, I'll take you to medical, come on", he grabs my arm and I flinch away at the pain.

"Ow! Gentle. No, he'll find out. He's probably watching right now... I think he got cameras or something in my bunk", I whisper to him.

"What...? How do you know that?"

"Yesterday, Daya helped me to my bunk after he beat the life outta me and he texted me asking why she was in my bunk and that I looked 'so cute'", I whisper.

"Okay, then...", he starts, looking around, "Can you walk a little bit? You could walk out to the hallway and then I'll help you there. He's not working today, thankfully."

I smile as he mentions George not working today. "I can't fucking- ...okay. I'll try. In 5."

We agree on the plan and I watch him leave, hoping George wasn't looking at the cameras at this time.

I don't feel my phone buzzing, though, so that's good. I gotta make sure it's charged and going always.

A couple minutes later, I try to prop myself up, but wince in pain. I remind myself, I just gotta get out my bunk, and he'll help me. I groan from the pain and hold onto my bed, the walls, anything in sight, when I spot him in the hallway and he comes over.