The indelible tale of Revenge and Remorse, Delusion and Deception, Ataraxy and Agony, Belief and Bully, Endearment and Enmity, Silence and Sorrow, Mistakes and Memories...
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The misty scent of November circulated around the corners of the tiny space that despite being illuminated by a corner lamp, was still under the custody of darkness. There were two bunk beds placed adjacent to one another with a safe gap between them, lodging four persons in it. Overall, it resembled the shape of a simple room, but it was endowed with a serious label…
A Prisoner's Cell.
The digital clock on the wall was reading the late night hours, indicating most of the prisoners were already under their quilts, except one youthful figure of a girl who was curled up on the bed with her knees pulled to her chest and head drowsily reclining against the wall beside her.
Some footsteps were audible from the corridor, signalling the warden was on duty to routinely check on all the prisoners but the steps ceased at this door and after some jingling of keys, the chamber was unlocked.
"Come-on Miss 256, you've a call over."
The warden called by the prisoner's number, flashing her eyes open and she speedily descended down her bed to follow her out of the room. Crossing the white corridors under multiple surveillance cameras, they reached the calling booth and after screening through various scanning devices, the lady correction officer allowed her in.
Ayzel beatifically plugged the telephone in her ear after settling herself on the chair, all excited to talk with her brother, but her expectation died when a familiar yet different voice ceased her senses.
"Ayzel?"
Ayzel's breathes halted for a second as the boyish voice met her aurals and she immediately perceived the caller on the other side.
"Iyaad?"
"No, it's me— Hariz." His cushy admittance had very softly snapped something inside her, straining her hold at the handset.
Hariz?
"Is Iyaad also there?" She nervously continued, unable to register her words properly and Hariz inhaled a cold breath of realization.
"So I guessed it right, you were also missing him, weren't you?"
He was in his usual ludic mood, perking his nose up for some sugary incense but when Ayzel's side exuded silence for a yearly long minute, he felt somewhat timorous himself.
"So what's up? Going good there?" Hariz frankly resumed the chat, unaware of Ayzel's mood suddenly getting grilled at his selection of words.
"Ofcourse! How else can be a prisoner's life?!" She snapped.
"Why don't you come and live here for sixteen years? Then tell me how GOOD it was!" Her eyes turned red and the bitterness of her accent widened Hariz's mouth to realize his blunder.
"Sorry sorry, I almost forgot it… but why are you calling it 16 years? You'll be out in a few weeks." He now tried to compensate for his earlier sin of unknowingly firing at her heart, but that only seasoned her irksome.
