Ethan's POV
Two months, I've been in here two months.
My parents have visited three times, Grayson ten times and Cameron took time off college to come see me.
No one will answer my questions on Ashtyn, the regular and consistence answers I have been getting are:
"She is ok I guess"
"She's fine"
"Lets talk about something else"
"I'm not sure"
Not having an actual answer is making me worry even more, I know if she truely ok then they would actually talk about her. It pains me knowing she may not being doing so well, that I can't be there for her and I can't even build up the courage to ring her.
My thoughts were all of Ashtyn with the accessional thought of my family, my eyes adjusted to the sun lighting up my room from the small bared window opposite my bed.
This place isn't like actual prison, yes it is a prison for kids and teenagers but its not as rough. We are disciplined and made to follow strict procedure but we don't spend most of the day in our cell, we spend it in the main day room with security at every door. It is filled with tables and chairs along with couches, board games, art supplies and books. There is an outside area with benches, basket ball court, sporting equipment and gym equipment.
The bathrooms are nothing special, they are clean but obviously not five star. The toilets are seperate to the showers and if a mess is made then the inmate responsible has to clean it. The beds are not attached the wall and hard as a rock. We have a small single bed with a thin mattress, pillow and two blankets. A lot of the rich kids complain that its uncomfortable but at least we don't have to sleep on a real prison bed we have a mattress, pillow and blankets. They should be grateful.
I yawn as the bell goes off automatically unlocking our cell doors allowing the guards to easily open them. We are asscorted to the day room where the inmates intently head to their 'spots'. The feared guys take the comfortable couches and board games while others head to other things complete ignoring the arrogant guys lounging around on the couches.
I usually read or just play a board game with Kevin, he is a cool guy. He is here for a similar reason to me, his mum's boyfriend was beating her to the point where she ended up in a coma for three days, she is ok now though. But Kevin decided to do something about it long story short he was charged with assault and on top of other things.
I made my way over to the art supplies where I grabbed my sketch pad and a few pencils along with an eraser. I started to sketch an outline while Kevin and I continued our conversation. The pencil glided across the smooth paper surface as Kevin gasped as he lifted his head up.
"Wow..." I smiled a little as I placed my pencil down and started at the drawing. "Is that her?" he asked offering me a small smile. "Yeah" I replied "damn I'm definitely going to fuck her now I know that she looks like that" I stand up emeditaly spinning around and facing Jackson along with his 'friends'.
"Ethan.... don't. This won't help your release" Kevin said griping my shoulder. I gritted my teeth as I exhaled sharply trying to calm myself down as Jackson kept taunting me. "Right, Jackson. Over there" I opened my eyes to see Kyle standing between Jackson and I pointing to a table that sat in the corner. "I SAID GET YOUR ASS OVER THERE!" he jumped at Kyle's sudden change in tone and voice. I grabbed my sketch pad before looking at Kyle with a questioning look, he just nodded his head allowing me to take the pencils and eraser with me.
"Thank you" I said as we reached the therepist's office. "No problem Ethan" he gave me a smile before opening the door for me and shutting it as he walked down the corridor I'm guessing back to deal with Jackson.
"So, how are you feeling today Ethan?"
"Can I please just continue with this?" I asked as I motioned to my sketch pad, he just nodded before going back to his computer typing something in "but we have to talk tomorrow". I nodded my head before opening the book to the drawing of Ashtyn.
I decided I would give it to my parents and they could give it to her. Its permitted as long as officials and my therapist check over it first.
I sketched the word 'Ash' on the front in big letters above my name. I left an empty spot in the bottom left corner which I decided I would write her a message seeing as though I can't seem to talk to her.
