innocent // prison break

2. Fish

M I C H A E L

As I talked to Sucre, the whole block became silent.

I stood from my bunk and walked to the bars, I heard footsteps.

I barely saw two of the biggest guards walking a small girl.

Her blonde hair was in a messy braid as she wore the baggy clothes that we all had to wear, except it wasn't baggy on most of us men.

"A girl? What's a girl doing over here?" Sucre asked rhetorically because obviously I didn't know.

They guided her up the stairway and then into the cell next to mine.

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R O S A

I woke to whistling, I uncovered my face to see a silhouettes of large men.

I gasped as I sat up quickly only to realize that they were on the outside of my cell, with the door closed.

Most of them laughed at my jumpiness.

My chest rose and fell heavily, scared of the men who stared at me eerily.

"Don't worry there doll, we can't play with you- yet..." A skinny-faced man said with a smirk. (T-BAG)

A loud buzzer sounded before the crowd started to disperse, the skinny faced man blew me a kiss before he left, hopefully to his cell.

I slowly got up and walked to the door of my cell, I breathed heavily as I saw the inmates getting into their cells.

Someone walked by my cell, causing me to jump back as I gasped.

A man with grey-blue eyes looked over at me, his eyes didn't scan my figure like the others have, they just looked into my eyes.

He turned away from me, continuing towards his cell.

Something about him seemed off, like he wouldn't hurt me.

Two guards walked up to my cell as I thought about the blue eyed man.

"Young, you've got a visitor." They said, they joked about how it was in record timing that I got my first visitor.

My hands were cuffed behind my back before they stood on either side of me, I finally worked up enough courage to look at the cells that I passed.

The first one we walked by- one of my neighbors, was the blue eyed guy.

He leaned against his wall as a Hispanic man sat on the bottom bunk, they seemed to be in a conversation before they looked over at me.

Curiosity probably getting the best of them, I heard shouting as I passed the other cells, the men shouting dirty things to me, some of them in different languages.

After being screamed at, we reached the visitation room.

Since my charges were severe, there was a glass wall in the middle of a small room, a desk sat underneath the window.

I looked up to see my sister standing by the door, chewing on her nails.

I sat down as my heart continued to pound like it never has before.