18. Not okay

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R O S A

"Go fish." I sighed.

Lincoln slapped down a pair of cards as we sat in the recreational area together.

"Uno!" He yelled happily.

"Wrong game." I slightly smirked before laying my cards on the table, tired of the game after the fifth round.

"I don't want to die in here." I said laying my head on the table.

"You're not going to." He said simply.

"There has been two failed attempts, third times a charm, right?" I said unenthusiastically because I haven't been in contact with Michael or any of my family for the past few days.

"Michael has been meeting with your sister and lawyer, he's determined to get you exonerated if anything."

"Really?" I slightly smiled as I sat up slowly and he nodded while shuffling the deck of cards.

"What about you? All of you guys?" I said with my excitement vanishing.

"You know Michael will always have a plan." He smiled.

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I stepped out into the yard for the second time, Michael hung out very closely around there, probably everyday, just waiting for me to come out again.

The door closed behind me and Michael looked over quickly, I walked quicker than before, since my cut was finally starting to close.

I held onto the chain link fence, I hated having this stupid fence between us.

"I love you, too." He breathed and I smiled.

"Michael, I-" "I'm going to get you exonerated." Michael interrupted me.

"Lincoln told me," I smiled before looking at the ground, "But I can't leave you, and I still can't remember what happened that night.." I sighed.

"Like what if I really did kill all those men? What if I have some type of double personality or something?" I looked up at his pretty eyes staring back at me.

"You didn't kill them, Rosa.. Your lawyer is already getting eye witness accounts from people you were with on the days of the murders... And they're police officers." He said and I lightly smiled.

"They're my academy friends." I sighed sadly.

"You went to the academy?" He smiled, for the first time in a long time.

"I was two months from graduating, top of the class before I was brought to Fox River." I shrugged, I haven't thought much about my friends or being a police officer much.

My head became light suddenly, I held the fence tightly as I closed my eyes.

I felt Michael grab my hands as he asked repeatedly what was wrong and if I was okay.

This one was worse than the others.

Black dots began covering my eyesight, and then they blended together.

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M I C H A E L

"Hey! Hey!" I began yelling at a CO that watched over Rosa in her yard.

"Get her to the infirmary!" I shouted, making others stare as Rosa's knees buckled, she fell to the ground, not moving at all as she did.

I crouched down, yelling at the CO because I couldn't do a damn thing.

He used his radio before waltzing over as the girl I was in love with, laid there unconscious.

"Faking again?" He sighed, as he just stared at Rosa, I glared up at him.

"Has she faked before?" I spoke between my teeth, seething at this CO.

"Well, no.. But I'm sure I'll catch her one day." He said and if I wasn't on the other side of this fence, I might've tried to strangle him.

"Then help her!" I raised my voice as a crowd slowly came around, staring the passed out girl.

He radioed in that he needed a medic in the segregated yard, but not like he was in a hurry.

I tried to reframe from screaming at the CO that didn't give a damn about a criminal.

"It's a good thing she has alone time out in the yard, if any of the cannibals that are in segregation with her, were out here, she'd be nothing but skin and bones."

"Cannibals?" I repeated.

"She's a small girl and you put her with cannibals?" I was steaming because the CO couldn't keep his mouth closed.

"They're not together, duh." He chuckled as the medic team came out, Dr. Terry and a few assistants.

"Well, not at night. But during rec." he shrugged.

My heart raced as I thought about her in there with those man eaters, literally.

"Let's get her inside," Terry said as he checked her pulse.

I hit the fence out of anger, getting fed up with her being away from her and me not being able to help her even when she laying in front of me.

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