I screamed as tears ran down my face as the men holding me back take out a gun, shooting my parents who were trying to pull me away from the men. When I saw them lying, dead, on the ground I screamed even louder and struggled even harder to get get away but before I could I was knocked out and carried away.
I woke up to my cellmate shaking me and saying my name over and over again, "Hey, you were screaming in your sleep. Are you okay?" they ask
"Yeah, I'm okay. Just had a nightmare" I reply as I stand up and splash cold water on my face from the little metal sink in the corner of the room.
"Oh." they say as they start fixing their hair in the mirror next to the sink.
As they are standing next to me I can smell the sweat and dirt on their skin. The smell is contrasting to the bland air of the cell.
I shake myself out of my trance and walk into the gym area which is just a punching bag, weights and a few more workout necessities. I walk over to the pull up bar and lift myself up counting each time as I reached the top. I look over and see my cellmate walk in a start punching and kicking the punching bag.
"Good form." I say after watching them punching
"Thanks" they reply
I walk over to the weights and pick up the 20 lb. weight and start doing curls as I watch my cellmates's back and arm muscles flex and stretch as they continue to punch full force into the torn red and gold punching bag.
"Hey, maybe you could actually get stronger if you stop staring." they joke
"What? I wasn't staring!" I say as I realize I had stopped my curls.
"I know I look good but you don't have to rub it in" they laugh
"I wasn't staring!!" I laugh back
"Sure you weren't" they smile as we continue to work out.
A/N 334 words.
