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It took me a few days to get over what Micheal had revealed to me and it took me many hours of head scratching to realise how Sucre came to the conclusion that he did.

After he revealed to me that he thought I was a lesbian I quickly set him straight and told him that the woman in question was my sister.

Still- the confusion not only amused me but also distracted me.

However, The few days that followed were days that PI was not able to distract me. PI was cancelled as most of the prison staff attended Hudsons funeral- his wife even visited the prison and I caught her crying which set me into a spiral even more.

Even Bellick looked down- something which caught a lot of people off guard as he was letting things slide that he normally wouldn't.

The whole prison, well its staff at least, seemed down.

I felt down.

I hadn't allowed myself to properly process Hudsons death. It's hard knowing someone one minute and then realising that you will never see them again the next.

My mood had switched from our conversation filled with laughs about the misunderstanding to inner silence.

Sitting in my outside area, I feel the grass in between my fingers as I pull it out of the ground.

Nothing seems to matter anymore, a reminder of that is death.

I had suffered from depression when I was a child but i had never had a swing so rapidly before. Not 12 hours ago I was the lively Sienna that I always am- now I want nothing more then to join Hudson.

"Mamì!.... Mamì!"

Sucre had been trying to catch my attention for the last ten minutes and his constant shouting was starting to irritate a few of the men.

He received shouts back telling him that 'the bitch doesn't want to talk' or 'she's only interested if you show your dick'

On a normal day I would have responded but today I just felt like existing was hard enough as it was.

SUCRE

I wipe my face in defeat after shouting to try to catch Lucas's attention once more.

She sits with her back to me.

"Shut the fuck up, man!" Someone yells back

I tune out the rest of the shouts as I watch her

Suddenly I'm taken out of my thoughts by someone clapping their hand on my back

"Any update?" They ask

"Nada" I say as I keep my eyes trained on her "Somethings really Wrong Papì. At first I thought it might have been her período but now I'm not so sure" I say

Micheal looks at me before turning back to look at her

"Yeah... never tell her you thought that, I'm sure that you like your balls attached, no?" He says

I automatically reach to check and I am relieved when I note that they are, infact, still attached.

"Lucas!" Micheal tries

She doesn't turn

"Micheal!"

Our heads wip around until we see Burrows gesturing us over

We look at each other before walking over.

"How long has she been sat like that?" Micheal goes straight to asking him

" a few hours maybe" Lincoln tells us "we were talking about how you thought that she had a wife- still funny by the way-" Micheal gives him a glare "and then she got all quiet"

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