I Guess Jails My Thing

1.

Present

"Alright out of the car you go." I nodded as the officer held the cruiser door open and slowly I slid over and climbed out.

The officer closed the door and he looked to the driver, nodding in his direction. The driver nodded back before pulling out of the drop zone.

The guard motioned for me to walk forward and I quickly obliged.

We got to the door and he stepped to the side of me and pressed a couple numbers quickly into the keypad. The door buzzed before it slid open.

"Alright, head on in." I nodded as I stepped inside. I took a few steps in as the man who brought me in closed the door. He nodded to the woman standing a few feet away before giving me a small push forward.

I continued to walk, the cuffs beginning to chafe my wrists. I couldn't wait to take these damn things off of me.

He had me walk up the hallway and to the left of the stairs to the third cell from the door. The officer pulled on my arm to stop me before he slid his key card through the scanner.

The door buzzed and he silent pulled the metal door open.

I put my wrists up in front of me and tilted my head in a questioning manor. He looked at me as he raised an eyebrow. I raised the cuffs slightly higher.

Take them off please. They're starting to hurt, I thought as I pulled on them.

The man sighed that I had spoken out and nodded. "Why wouldn't you get them off?" He asked as he pulled out a small pair of keys and undid my shackles. I shrugged as I watched him place the cuffs back onto his belt along with his keys for safe keeping.

I flashed the tiniest smile at him and nodded in thanks. He nodded back, a small smile tugging at his lips as I stepped into my cell, rubbing my wrists.

He gently closed the door and I heard the loud click as it relocked. I sighed as I walked over and sat on lonely bed that hung down from the wall.

The officer at the prison I was in before told me that when I arrived the others would be out in the yard and that since I already had my yard time today, I wouldn't be accompanying them outside until tomorrow.

I sighed as I leaned against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest and then placing my face in my hands.

What would I do? Why wasn't I allowed to have more time outside? Nothing in these prisons seemed to make god damn sense!

I groaned as I clapped my eyes and took a few deep breathes.

Three years. It's almost been three years since he killed her. That bastard Peter killed her.

I took a few deep breathes to calm my unsteady breath.

I couldn't even tell myself everything was okay. I couldn't even tell myself that I was alright. I was in jail because of that bastard Peter and the way it was looking I wasn't getting out.

~*~

I walked the halls towards the mess hall. I kept my hands lifeless at my sides as I made my way. My mind was racing but I was ignoring all the thoughts that were making their way through my head.

When the guards pushed the door open I saw all the people inside and my heart stopped and my feet stopped, freezing onto the floor.

This prison was bigger then I expected. From where I was dropped I couldn't see it but there was a male and a female wing.

In my old prison it was an all female prison. It was small so you knew all the people there and the guards kept better watch on everything. Here, with all these people, men and woman, it would be a lot more tension and a lot meow problems.

"Hey! Keep walking will ya! We don't have all day!" I felt a push on my back and I stumbled forward with the force of it. I caught my balance but slowly continued the mess hall.

When I was in far enough the doors were closed behind me, slammed meow like it, and I was left trapped in the lions den.

I gulped as I looked away from the doors and slowly made my way over to get my tray.

Slowly I grabbed some some sludge, my face scrunching up when I turned away from the lunch woman. I didn't want to get on anyone's bad side here, I'd rather just be left alone.

I looked around to find an empty table and only found an empty half in the middle of the room.

I sighed as I grudgingly dragged my feet towards the table. Slowly I set my tray down on the table and picked up my fork.

I felt eyes on me as I poked and prodded the food, my face being covered by more and more disgust.

"Is this seat taken?" I looked up to see a young man, green eyes glimmered as he looked down at me. Tall, black hair in a buzz cut, he looks more like a military man then a prisoner.

I shook my head.

He smiled even wider as he sat down.

You're not supposed to be happy. I'm surprised that he has made it this long if I'm completely honest. Jail isn't a place to smile about.

He set his tray onto the table top and I felt more eyes on me as I set my fork down and rested my hands on my lap.

"You should eat ya know." He said after he finished swallowing and picked up his fork to take another bite.

I never ate much when I first came to a prison. This was only my second one but when I was first admitted to juvenile detention it was the same way. I got the food, surveyed it and realized, this is what my life will be like from now on.

I squeezed my hands into fists while digging my nails into my palms.

"You don't talk much do you?" He asked as he tilted his head as he looked at me curiously.

I didn't reply as I looked down at my lap, just hoping and praying inside that he would get up and leave me, just like my life went.

He smiled as he shocked his head and continued to eat. "You know I won't let you sit alone. I'll sit with you every meal!" He exclaimed as he took a sip of water from his glass.

I knew he meant it, and in my heart I wished he didn't.