In These Walls - Laurroth

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Garroth Pov

Me. Why me? Why would I kill an innocent person? I didn't want this to happen, but it was.
I was being escorted down the hall with 2 guards by my side.
"Garroth Ro'Meave" the judge boomed. I looked down at the ground.
"Why did you kill Zianna Ro'Meave, your mother?" The judge questioned.
"I didn't kill her!" I teared up, "I was framed! Why would I kill my own mother?!"
"That's what they all say," The judge leaned forward, "tell me the truth."
"I'm telling nothing but the truth, your honor." I stated.
"Witness Zane Ro'Meave, is what Garroth saying the truth?" He asked my brother.
He sobbed, "I saw him... He stabbed her!"
"I did not!" I pleaded.
"Enough!" The judge shouted and the room went silent.
"Garroth Ro'Meave, you shall spend the rest of your life in Okasis Maximum Security Prison!" And with that, the judge slammed his hammer.
The guards handcuffed me and led me out the room. Zane was sobbing, while Vylad comforted him.
They all hated me for a crime I didn't commit.
My own family.
I felt tears stream down my face. This cannot be happening. No no no!
Now the guards shoved me into the empty prisoner truck. As we left the courthouse, I saw all my old friends looking in at me. Ashamed, disgusted, and angry.
Aphmau... Katelyn...Aaron... Travis... Dante... All of my friends hated me now. I started crying.
We arrived at the large stone building.
Barb wire surrounded the outside, with the prisoners in the outdoor courtyard. They all looked over at the front gates and saw the arrival of new meat to pick on. Prisoners surrounded the fenced gate just inside of the walls and started screaming and yelling.
This is all a terrible dream just please, please wake up!
The doors to the truck opened to reveal the bright light of the outdoors. My arms were lifted by two guards and they dragged me out. I looked around terrified as the truck drove out. I slowly started caving into myself. The people staring at me were tall and buff, with intimidating faces. They all started hollering at me, making threats. Security just pushed me along as I turned my gaze down. I felt everyone staring at me. This was going to be bad...

//Unknown Pov\\
I saw the blonde being forced out of the car. His eyes were full of such pain and worry. Everyone around him was screaming and yelling and laughing at him. I knew how that felt, but he was different. Unlike all of the others here who were buff and dangerous, he seemed more fragile and quiet. How come he's in here? He won't last a day.

//Garroth pov\\
I was handed a grey button down shirt with a patch number and light tattered jeans. They unlocked my handcuffs and pushed me into a room to change. After, they stripped me of all of my belongings and pushed me into the courtyard.
"Good luck out there, kid" the guard mumbled before shutting the door. Half the courtyard realized I was there.
I wanted to break down crying right then with all of the eyes looking at me.
A few people just turned away, but a group of prisoners came over: 4 boys.
"Well, looks like we have a fresh one here." The jet black haired one smirked down at me, dark eyes piercing into mine. I noticed the other 3 boys: one with short white hair and lavender eyes, one with brown hair and red eyes, both with mischievous smirks, but the last one caught my eye. He had shiny brown hair with light blue eyes. His face was just neutral, and he refused to look at me.
"Don't you have a name?" The white haired boy spoke. I hesitantly nodded.
"Well spit it out what is it?" The other brown hair spoke.
"U-uhh... G-G-Garroth" I stuttered.
"You don't seem like you are supposed to be in prison with that terrified look in your eyes." The black haired one said.
I looked away,"I'm not..."
I felt my a hand on my shoulder as I was shoved back into the wall, "look at me when I'm talking" the black haired one growled.
I grabbed his hand and pushed him off, "y-you can't tell me what to do."
The black hair boy smirked, "oh really? Shorty has an attitude."
The other prisoners in the courtyard slowly started to come over, listening to us.
"Fight!" One shouted, and then the rest started chanting "fight! Fight! Fight!"
No! I can't fight with him!
A circle closed around us as I was pushed away from the wall.
The man threw off his black coat and cracked his knuckles. I didn't want to do this, but I had to defend myself.
"Go Gene!" The brown haired man yelled.
I was guessing that the boy across from me was Gene.
Gene threw a punch towards me and I dodged under. As I stood back up straight, I grabbed his arm and twisted it. His other arm got me right in the stomach, causing me to fall backwards letting go of him, coughing.
Gene picked me up by the collar and hit me in the face, sending me down to the ground. As he was about to kick me, I grabbed his leg and dragged him down with a loud thud against the sandy gravel. I slowly got up, as did gene.
"You've got some determination there, Garroth." He chuckled darkly and coughed. I just glared at him and held my hurting arm weakly.
"Gene leave him alone." The light blue eyed boy finally spoke, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"What Laurance,  you actually care about this dumbass?" He sassed and looked at him.
Laurance sighed, "he's not worth our time."
"fine, but listen to me Garroth." Gene stepped forward to me, leaning down and glaring at me right in the face, "next time I see you alone, you aren't going to have it so easy." And with that, Gene and his gang left. Laurance looked back at me with a dull expression for a moment, and then continued walking. The prisoners slowly lost interest, but some stayed around.
"Watcha in here for?" One asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I flinched and backed away, only to have another prisoner put their hands in my shoulder.
"Cmon don't be shy, we've all done something bad." He shoved me forward, onto the ground. Dirt was kicked up into my face as they laughed at how easy they could push me around. I sighed and picked myself up as the announcer over the speaker said: "all prisoners to their cells." In a monotone voice. Everyone started heading to the large doors, me being pushed along. The guards that brought my here pulled me aside as the rest went to the main room.
"You will be sharing the room 218." One of the guards said as I was led by 4 guards into the main room as all of the prisoners were already in their cells. Many peered out at me. I felt my breath quicken.
What if I was with Gene?!
Luckily, as we went up the stairs, I realized we had passed his cell. Gene was sitting on his bed, smirking at me.
He gave me the chills.
I was turned to the cell right next to gene to see Laurance bored, waiting by the window.
"Laurance you have a new cell mate, enjoy and play nice" the guards put handcuffs on me and threw me into the cell. Laurance didn't even flinch as I landed on the grimy floor.
I rolled over and stood up, and looked at him. He was about 4 inches taller then me with slightly longer hair that was now put into a hair tie.
"U-um... H-hello" I stuttered as I pressed my back to the wall next to the door. Laurance just turned his head slightly and looked at me with one eye. I felt myself froze and switched my eye contact to the beds.
"Wh-which is yours?" I asked.
"Why are you so nervous?" He finally asked, turning around to face me, crossing his arms.
"Um..." I bit my lip and shyly looked down.
"Let me guess, first time in a prison?" He asked.
I slowly nodded.
"Mine is the bottom bunk. If you sleep on my bunk even once we are going to have a problem." He said.
"Got it..." I sighed.
I was in a room with a guy from that little gang. Why.
He just stepped back and went to his bed, taking off the dusty beaten up black shoes.
I kept my head down and did the same, climbing the ladder and laying back into the mattress.
"Lights out!" The warden shouted, and one by one the lights flickered off. Everything was black but the light from the window. I felt tears drip down my face and onto the hard mattress.
I had to spend the rest of my life in a prison for a crime I didn't commit. A tortuous prison.
Laurance reached his arm around with bed frame and handed my something. Something sharp.
"Keep count of your days." He said.
"Thank you.." I said, and sat up, using now what I saw to be a carvers knife to tally a 1 into the hard stone that surprisingly softened as I carved into it.
This was going to be the way I live the rest of my life