Prison Diary

Welcome To My Task

Month: June Day:19 Year: 2090

Time: 7:00

Dear Prison Diary,

I looked down at the folder and then peaked up at him, arching my brow. He kept his eyes planted on me and pushed the folder closer to my reach, urging me to take it.

I slowly looked down at the folder and with a sigh I grabbed it into my hands and as I held it, Rus' smirk grew, until it started to look disturbing.

The folder was pretty heavy and I struggled to keep it balanced in my hands, but I managed.

I held it firmly in my hands and with one last glance at him, I slowly opened it to reveal the many papers stacked inside.

On the first page, at the very top of the paper, it read in big bold letters:

CRIME FILES

I frowned my eyes skimmed down the page to the middle where it read in smaller letters:

Bedford Hills, Correctional Facility for Women

'Hm, I almost forgot the name of the prison.' I thought in my head as I remembered the first day I was brought and I read the name off the gate.

I brought my attention back to the first page and finally turned it. There I saw a photo of a woman, a prisoner to be precise. She was wearing the same outfit all the prisoners wore, a dirty smock. Her hair was messy and unkempt and she stared daggers at the camera, while holding a small black item in her hand.

I squinted down at it and saw that it said the name of the prison and a bunch of random numbers.

After that it had all of her information on there, her name, her age, d.o.b, height, weight, nationality, etc. But the thing that stuck out at me the most was her crime.

It was written there plain as day and I still could not believe it.

Crime: Arrested for throwing lit cigarette on the ground.

I stared down at the typed writing, as if it would change if I didn't look away.

But it did not change, it stayed exactly the same.

I flipped the page and looked at the next woman holding the black item with the numbers on it and she looked to be pretty young, probably in her late twenties. Long blonde hair, and beautiful.

Crime: Arrested for wearing tight clothing.

I shook my head in disbelief and then squinted as hard as I could, trying to make the words change but they till stayed the same.

I flipped the page to the next prisoner, who looked to be a little older than most.

Crime: Arrested for walking slowly.

I flipped to the next page.

Crime: Arrested for jaywalking.

To the next page.

Crime: Arrested for public profanity.

Arrested for spitting on the ground.

Arrested for making loud disruptions.

Arrested for walking pass a bar.

I slowly rose my head to look up at my father who had his hands folded behind his back while he patiently waited for me to say something.

"What the fuck is this?!" I demanded from him as I tightened my grip on the folder, making sure that he could hear the disbelief in my voice, the utter astonishment.