The Outsider (Original Version)

Chapter 22- Giving Up

They didn't even give me a trial.

They just threw me into a cell surrounded by other cells with other 'dangerous' people inside.

Cossintan prision was a terrible place, and the people in it wouldn't argue with the statement.

"Have fun while you can. You won't be here much longer." The gaurd spits before locking the gate.

I won't be here much longer?

What's that supposed to mean?

Wait......

Crap.

I stumble into the corner of the room and sit down against the stone wall and the bars of the next cage.

"What did you do that was so bad? You're just a girl." A voice sounds from across the room.

I pull my knees closer to my chest and put my head down, not wanting to talk to any of the people in here.

They seem to take my ignoring to offense and grumble as they all go back to whatever it is they do.

I keep my head pressed to the top of my knees, feeling silent tears drip down my face.

I trust that Melanie will bury Spirit, or she will at least tell Mig.

Hopefully.

He didn't deserve to die like that.

If we hadn't gone to that stupid field he would still be alive and I wouldn't be under arrest for murder.

The blood still stains my clothes and my hands are covered in a mixture of my blood and the mutant's.

I stare down for what seems like the longest time, but the huge door at the beginning of the hallway.

"Maybe you will learn not to steal in here." The gaurds voice echoes in my cell.

I peek up from my knees, seeing him throw an old man into the empty cell beside me.

He lands hard on the cold stone ground, making me feel hate towards the gaurd.

The old man struggles to his feet only to fall, obviously hungry from not eating for so long.

"What did you steal?" I ask, my voice sounding small and quiet.

His aged eyes look at me, and they light up.

I'm not sure why.

"I was trying to steal food. I needed it to survive and no one would give me any." He says, sounding ashamed of himself.

I sigh, nodding.

"I know exactly how you feel." I mutter, putting my head down.

No noise comes from anywhere anymore and I fall asleep.

....

The next day was very uneventful so far.

The entire hallway of cells I was in complained endless about not getting food, which made me want to scoff, bit I held it back.

Obviously the old man was tiered of hearing it to because he was pressed against the cot the gave ever cell, cover his ear in annoyance.

I've been here a day and a half and I wish they would just come and get me already.

If I wasn't staying here long it only meant one thing.

They were going to kill me.

If I wasn't so depressed I would probably make a snide remark about how they are just as bad as me.