Prison Diary

Welcome To The Pain

Month: June Day:19 Year: 2090

Time: 8:30

Dear Prison Diary,

"Fine, yes." I heard myself say after much contemplation and I could see on my father's face that he was somewhat surprised.

I knew that he was expecting me to say yes but he probably wasnt thinking me to say it so quickly.

If I was in my normal state of mind, of course I would've said no but for once in my life I was actually thinking rationally and not with my big huge mouth.

It was the thing that was always getting me in trouble.

Or, most recently, hurting people that I cared about.

Obviously I didn't care about Rus, but I definetly didn't want to be in anymore trouble than I already was so...

I did the one thing I never thought I'd do for him.

I complied.

Which was not an easy thing to do, since complying, to me, was like choosing not to struggle against the restraints forced upon you.

Like giving up.

But I knew I had to do what I had to survive and not get on my fathers bad side.

Well, at least, not completely.

He regarded me, raising his eyebrows in shock for a second and then returning his face back to the same mischeivious expression.

He smiled.

"You've made the right choice Avalon." He rose from his seat slowly and motioned to the couch. I turned to it. "Have a seat and get started. You can take your time too. Its not like you're going anywhere right?" He remarked and as soon as I realized what he was trying to say I snuck him a cold side-glance.

This was what he liked to do best, mock me.

Actually it was what all men did best.

He looked amused by my expression, which I didn't find amusing at all waited for me to take a seat and get started.

Reluctantly, and with a roll of my eyes, I turned and walked over to the black couch with the thick folder in my hands and sat down on it.

It was hard and uncomfortable, which made no sense. You'd think a man which such a high status could afford a quality couch.

I picked up the pen off of the folder and snuck a peak up at him. He wasn't paying anymore attention to me. All his attention was focused on the other stacks of files, spread out all over his desks. He picked one up, inspected it, then set it down, as he did with the rest.

I watched him for a while and soon got bored, bringing my eyes down from him to the folder in my lap.

I opened it up once more and started in on my first paper.

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Time: 9:30

"Done." I announced as I dropped the thick folder down on his desk, the sound echoing through the room.

It had taken a long time but eventually I had finished. I even made sure to do every single one thoroughly and without error.

Maybe following orders wasn't so hard.

"Wrong." He stated calmly and I realized that he hadn't even lifted up his head from the file he was writing on.

I looked down at him confused and furrowed my eyebrows.