Prisoners (Orange is The New Black)

Chapter 1

There I was. Lying Face down on the ground. The ground of the dark alley hidden behind the shops where so many people passed yet didn't know what went on behind. My hands were tied tightly behind my back by handcuffs which rattle as I try to break free from these heavy chains which stop me from my freedom. A large, chunky man stands above me holding me down. He's a police officer. To take me away. Away from reality. Away from my whole life. I beg and beg that he gives me a chance. It doesn't work. His giant hands grab my small, thin arms. He drags me to a van. In this van the driver sits in a tan brown prison inmates jumpsuit. Was she an inmate? Why is she driving? So many questions. I know where they'd be taking me. Litchfield. The woman's prison. I'd heard so many rumours about things that happen there... rape, murder, and sometimes even by the C.Os. We got to the prison. It didn't look as bad as I thought. However the inmates did. Screaming, crying, laughing. The place was so fascinating yet scary. There was one girl who stood out. She sat on her own. Shoulder length Blonde hair and bright blue eyes which seemed to glow. She seemed lonely. Almost as if she'd just arrived. She hadn't. She wasn't wearing orange. Only new inmates wore orange. I got taken into a room. I was guessing it was my bedroom. I was correct. I shared a bunk with a girl with slightly ginger hair and a strong New York accent. She seemed a nice enough person. On the other bunk was a girl who seemed like she was lesbian, again, I was correct. She had short black hair. She was quite round and bulky. She had many tattoos, one stood out the most. It was the word "butch" tattooed down her left arm. She was quite intimidating. The whole place was. In all honesty, I was scared. Really scared.