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"If i had known then what i knew now i would have changed my priorities the past few days. I wouldn't have been so worried about all the little things and i would have focused on what i was happy about. I would have spent my last days in the prison with Ink more wisely... i would have gone back and hugged him one last time before following Bellick.

The events which happened after i entered Popes office are somewhat blurry. I remember hearing my heart in my chest, I remember my adrenaline kicking in the second he told me she was gone.

Every so often bits of the days will come back to me, like flashes of light and from another persons perspective. Never do i associate myself as the one moving in those memories, because i was never there...i was always back in my cell, lounging about with Ink and feeling him trace lines on my palm that was facing upwards on the bed.

You asked what my happy place is? It's there

I often wonder if he hates me. If he hates that i left without saying anything, if he hates that i didn't do what we said we would... the plan that never happened.

And i feel guilty about not meeting up with my sister enough, i feel guilt for not telling her i loved her before she passed... i regret not explaining to her why i killed our Father. She was only young... she didn't understand. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if i had explained and made her feel less alone. Maybe she would still be here and not in a grave with rope marks on her little kneck.

Maybe i could have introduced her to Ink, Sucre and Lincoln... shown her how i was starting to live again, how she could do the same too.

The memory i have the most often is the very last time i saw Ink.

When i saw him in passing as i was being escorted out of the prison, by the parole officers who were taking me to stand in my Sisters funeral.

I saw him rush up to the fence outside as i was walking past.

I remember how i had managed to convince Green to let me speak to him for a few seconds... and that's all it was, seconds.

"I have to go to my sisters funeral, it's tomorrow and then they told me my re-trail is the next day" I quickly spirted at him, letting him know that I wasn't just leaving him

He had nodded and grabbed my finger through the fence

"You won't be back?" He asked

I remember crying then as i shook my head

"More then likely i won't" I said "If they make me do the rest of my sentence i will be in a female prison, there is no way they would let me come back"

That's when Green told me we had to go.

Sucre came rushing up to us then... The only words he had time to say were ''ver. tu del otro lado, Mamí'

I've since learned it means 'see you on the other side'

I miss them so much and being trapped where i am i can't see them, I haven't for months."

My eyes start to sting as i breath in deeply to try to stop myself from crying.

"Two questions" My head snaps up as i look at the person in front of me, forgetting that she was even there

"What?" I ask in confusion as to where i am as my head swims frantically

"Who is..." She looks at her notepad in front of her "Ink?"

Hearing her say the name makes me sad, that name is for me to say and me only

I clear my throat "That's Micheal... sorry i ment to say Micheal"

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