innocent // prison break

5. Late night conversations

R O S A

I sat on the ground late at night, not being able to sleep after the unreal day I had.

I quietly hummed a song my mom used to sing to me, I couldn't remember the words, but I remembered the tune.

"Can't sleep?" I heard someone whisper, sitting on the other side of the wall, in Michaels cell, since I was sitting right by the bars.

"How can I?" I humphed because any and every part of my day will give me nightmares for years to come.

"Neither can I. Are you feeling okay?" I knew it was Michael by now.

"Why are you so nice to me?" I turned my face towards the bars as I leaned my head back on the wall.

"Because if I wasn't, you would've been killed today." He said simply.

"My turn to ask you something: What could you have possibly done to get into the men's prison?" He whispered, so we didn't wake anyone or get into any kind of trouble.

I sighed, "I'll tell you, as long as you promise you won't treat me differently."

"I won't treat you differently, I promise."

"I was convicted of the rape and murder of 6 men." I held my breath, waiting for Michael to tell me to go away or something.

"I don't believe you." He almost scoffed.

"It's true, I even had an apparent eye witness, they said they saw me take this guy into the hotel room, and I left before him, and later that day they found him dead in the same room." I whispered but I was apparently too loud because a guard told us to go to bed.

I still sat on the ground, neither of us talked anymore, but I heard him humming the same tune I was before we talked.

I had a stiff pillow as I rested my head on it, leaning back onto the cement wall.

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I woke up to someone tapping my foot, I woke up to see Michael crouched over, tapping my shoes.

I inhaled sharply as I sat up, he held his hands up, signaling that he wasn't going to hurt me.

"What are you doing in here?" I whispered, noticing my door was opened and it was light out.

"It's lunch time, I've been watching you sleep for the last few hours, keeping T-Bag out, but I'm getting hungry." He said and I realized I was in my bed with a blanket over most of my body.

"Did you move me?" I whispered as I felt my hair still up in a ponytail.

He nodded, "I couldn't let you sleep on the floor." He softly smiled, "Are you hungry?" He asked and I slowly nodded.

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"You'll sit with us, don't even worry about it." Sucre talked fast as I stood between him and Michael, Sucre talked about his Fiancée, and about how in 16 months they were getting married, if all goes well.

I looked up at Michael with a small smirk, he had the same look as we listened to Sucre ramble.

It was good though, because it distracted me from all the inmates staring at me.