Prison Diary

Welcome To Her Angel

Month: June Day:09 Year: 2090

Time: 6:15 a.m

Dear Prison Diary,

The whole entire night all I could think about was Violet. It was as if she kept opening a secret door into my mind that only she had a key too.

It was strange. I didn't like it but yet I didn't mind. Every time I thought of her I saw her face in front of me. All her faces. Her mad face, her sad face, her sleepy face, her scared face. But there was one face that I was yearning to see.

Her happy face.

There wasn't a likely chance that I would ever see that face anytime soon because, well I had four reasons.

We were in prison.

She was living with me as her cellmate.

I wasn't sure if she had ever really smiled before in her life.

She had a terrible past that I only got a glimpse of information about.

Yesterday when she cried about the little girl that she met while warning all the kids I figured out something. That little girl that made Violet so emotional must have reminded her of herself.

She said something about "no one loving her" and "starving" and "being a prisoner.

In all seriousness it sounded like her life was no joke. Maybe that explained why she was the way she was to me and to everyone. It was because she had been hurt so much that she couldnt come to like or even remotely tolerate anyone.

But what about her mother and father. Where were they?

Were they there for her when she felt alone?

Suddenly I heard thumps to my right that sounded like someone was walking. I was still in my bed just lying there thinking. Half asleep and half awake. I was stuck in my mind.

I heard more thumps and I just couldn't ignore it no matter how much I tried. I turned over with my sheet still covering my body. Violet stood there on the other side of the cell. She was looking up at me with raised eyebrows and she had her hands behind her back.

I sucked in a breath when I saw her. Looking at her I saw a fearless and mature young woman but the night before I saw an innocent, gentle, and frightened little kitten.

It was strange but I knew that part of me wasn't as scared of her as it used to be. There was a part of me that knew a part of her that she didn't want me to know. I know confusing right?

"So you're finally up?" She asked me with her silky smooth voice. Every time I heard it it was like hearing it for the first time. She kept her arms behind her back and took a few steps closer to my bed. I sat up straight in my bed and stared back at her.

"I've been up for a while....actually." I replied softly and looked away from her. I couldn't look at her for some reason. It was like I felt like I had no right to look at her like everything was fine. Like nothing happened last night. Like I didn't see a piece of her she probably didn't want me to see.

"No" Her voice startled me "You were tossing and turning in your bed this whole time. Something on your mind little one?" She replied and tilted her head. My face reddened when she said that.

Violet asked me if something was on my mind. Like someone would do for someone they worried about or cared for. 'But that doesn't make sense Violet doesnt care about me and neither do I of her. So....why is she being nice?'

I looked back down at her and she stared back up at me waiting for my reply. 'Does she really truly care what I'm feeling? Was she actually concerned? Maybe I should tell her...'