Ink ✔️ || OC x Micheal Scofield || Prison Break

29

I look from the file, sitting on the desk, to the door Pope just left out of.

I look back at the paper before checking the door once more.

I half expect him to burst back into the room and scold me for even thinking about opening it.

I look back at the object, sitting still.

Technically he did tell me to read it.... Technically it would just be me being a good little inmate and following orders by my higher ups.

I smile as I reach across the small space between myself and the file and I clutch it in my hands.

I make quick work of unfolding the flap keeping the contents away from my eager eyes.

The envelope falls to the floor as I hold the papers inside.

I skim the title cover.

It says my full name, my charge and my prison number.

I pause for a millisecond before I flip it open to the first page.

"Daughter Murders loving Father in local home" I mutter as I read

The news article shows a picture of me being taken out of the house in handcuffs.

Forensic Tape in bright yellow is plastered around my once uninteresting house.

I had never thought about what the press might have thought about my case. I was too busy worrying about being sent to the wrong prison to care.

I flip a few more pages until I come to my court documents

"All rise for the judge... blah blah blah.... Here i sentence you, Sienna Joeanne Lucas, to 4 years in a maximum security penitentiary.... Blar blar.... This offer is based on the courts hearing of alleged abuse and neglect taking place in the home of Miss Lucas, a chance of parole is available after an extended time without incident" I read aloud

I place the file on my knee for a second

Alleged? I have hard evidence of the extensive injuries I sustained from him and the doctors even made statements saying that my Mothers injuries were more then likely done by him. I must have been so focused on the 4 years part that I didn't even hear the rest on the day of my sentencing.

I shake my head as I flip the page over and move onto the next.

I suck in my breath as photos great my eyes. Stuck onto the paper are four photographs.

Two are of my Fathers dead body, one is of my Mother and Sister- huddled together as they sit on the grass outside of the house, they must have come back and got told that they could not enter the building. They have black eyes and my sister has a cut lip- and the last one is my mug shot.

I hardly recognise that person. She stands, emotionless, holding her number. Her hair is a mess and her jaw looks badly cut.

Just from looking at her I can see what she had just done in order to protect her family.

I flick over the page and realise that I am on the last one.

Recently added assessments? I don't remember being assessed.

I look down the massive paragraph before I get to a paragraph that's handwritten, unlike the rest of the neatly typed bullshit that is compiled in my hands.

I see the way that it's an additional piece of paper, A5 if I had to guess. It looks to have been torn out from a notebook and stuck in.

On the top it says Doctor Sarah Tancredi