Prison Diary

Welcome To Some Emotion

Month: June Day:12 Year: 2090

Time: 2:31

Dear Prison Diary,

As I stared at Violet with the guards gripping my slender arms, I tried to keep my face blank and emotionless.

I didn't want her to see what I was feeling at that moment.

My eyes were heavy, my hair was a bird's nest, my brain was confused, and my heart was bruised.

Not literally of course, metaphorically.

I tried not to convey any emotion...

But when my big brown eyes stared into her dark black ones as she looked at me shocked and maybe even a little frightened my courage to fight my emotions started to whither away. She looked so...innocent

Not guilty.

I stared at her as tears started forming at the inside corners of my eyes. They fell slowly at first but then came down like a waterfall. I felt them roll down my cheeks to my chin and as they fell to the floor Violet looked down at them for a second and then back at me still in shock.

The guards soon let go of my feeble arms probably not wanting to deal with a weeping girl in distress. They walked out of the door and commanded for it to close.

As I heard the door slide in, my sorrow became more intense and when it was completely closed I let all my emotions out.

It felt like my face was melting from my hot burning tears down my dirty face. Strange noises came from my throat almost like tiny hiccups and loud whimpers.

I probably looked like a mess.

But at that moment, I didn't care about anything. I didn't care what she thought or what she would do or how she would react. I just didn't care.

So I slowly walked towards her making sure to take my time and as I stood right in front of her, her eyes scanning me up and down, I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her tightly to me as I cried and cried and cried against her.

I heard her gasp lightly and her body shiver as mine trembled from my crying.

Her skin was cold as ice but surprisingly soft and comforting. My cries were loud and disturbing and almost not human but did I care?

Nope.

I didn't know how long I held onto her as I cried upon her cold soft neck but I knew that it was probably a while.

She hadn't don't anything yet, just stood there frozen like a cold hard statue while I embraced her, but I still didn't care. She could have yelled at me, cursed at me, hit me if she wanted to but I wouldn't really care. It wouldn't even matter because the way she felt right then was just...

Just something different.

I couldn't let her go. It was like I needed her. I didn't know why since she wasn't particularly on my good side and I wasn't particularly on hers. But it was just a hug.

I had all these emotions bottled inside of me that I needed to let out and I needed something to hold onto.

Someone.

I was about to speak, to tell her what I felt at that moment. To let her know that the hug didn't mean anything. That I was just being selfish, using her for my own comfort, for my sorrow...

When I felt the strangest thing...

Her arm creeping around my torso slowly pressing me against her and her other hand resting against the back of my head as she held me near her shoulder.