Orange Is The New Black (Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Saying Goodbye

I texted my best friend, Tay. She couldn't believe I'd be away from her for 3 years. Of course we'd get visitation, but nothing major.

Tay: Chrissy...I can't believe you're leaving me for 3 whole years!

Me: pshhh. Like it was my fucking idea Tay.

Tay: well! You gotta control your anger hun! You can't just go around snapping at everyone who pisses you off!

Me: yeah I know. I'll look into anger management classes while I'm in there. If not, when I get out.

Tay: yeah, sounds good.

Me: so are you coming to pick up?

Tay: yeah. It's so sad. I have to take you to prison and watch you be escorted away from me, for what seems like forever.

Me: I know. Just never forget, Tay...you're my best friend. I love you with all my heart. <3

Tay: I love you too. Ps...I'm here. Come outside.

I walked outside my apartment in New York for my last bit of life as a free woman, for 3 years. I opened up the door to Tay's silver Kia Soul.

"Hey, Tay"

"Hey, Chrissy!"

"I really can't believe this is happening"

"Me either, hun! But ya know? You shouldn't have grabbed the pen off the cashier's counter and STABBED his hand with it."

"You were there. You saw the way he looked at me."

"Yes, Chrissy. But there will always be someone who will piss you off, you just gotta deal with it."

"I know, I know."

"Shit, Chrissy. What am I gonna do without you for 36 whole months?! That's a long time!"

"I don't know. But please don't leave! Everyone always leaves me!" I started to cry.

"I won't leave, Chrissy. I promise you. I love you."

"I love you too, Tay"

"Oh look. Here we are...Litchfield Correctional..." Chrissy said with sadness coming to her throat.

We got out of Tay's silver car and made our way to the front door. As we walked inside, we noticed a counter with a sign that said "visitors, please report to the counter. Thank you".

"Well...I guess we go here, even though you're not a visitor, Chrissy. This'll be your home for 3 years."

"Haha. REALLY funny. Asshole."

"Too soon?" Tay asked.

"Yeah."

We walked up to the counter. The front desk woman started to speak.

"Hi, welcome to Litchfield Correctional Facility. Which one of the inmates are you visiting today?" She said.

"Actually. I'm here to drop off my friend, Christina DiVacaro" Tay said.

"Ahh. I see. Well, please say your goodbyes quickly, I need to check DiVacaro in."

I turned to Tay. With wide eyes, I stared at her and started to cry.

"I'm gonna miss you, Tay!"

"Hun, I'm gonna miss you too!"

"3 years..."

"It's okay! Please just do your time and get the hell out of here! I'll still be your best friend!"

"Okay ladies, wrap it up." Said an angry red haired guard, as she popped her head out the door.

"Bye, Tay. I love you"

"Bye Chrissy, stay safe! I love you too"

We started to cry and we hugged for about 2 minutes. As soon as we finished our hug, the red haired officer grabbed my arm and guided me through the door.

"Let's go, DiVacaro."

She took me to a room with a table that had an orange uniform on it.

"Squat and cough." She said.

"What?"

"SQUAT and COUGH. It's procedure. We don't want inmates trying to smuggle things in up their asses...or vaginas for that matter."

"I understand"

I bent down and coughed. It was so awkward. All freedom...gone.

"Okay. You're clean. Put these on", she handed me the orange outfit and a pair of what looked like knockoff Toms. "This will be your uniform for now until we get you settled into your proper cubicle arrangement"

"Okay."

"DiVacaro...this is Morello. Morello, drive her to the holding cells. She's in cell 14"

"Sure thing, ma'am." Morello said to the officer.

Morello was a fair skinned woman. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Most likely Italian. Wearing bright red lipstick and dark eyeliner. Her accent led me to believe she's from Queens or somewhere around Jersey and New York.

I climbed into the van that already had someone in there. A heavier set black girl.

"Hi" I said.

The girl looked at me with disgust. She didn't say a word.

"Ohhh! Don't be upset, DiVacaro! This is Taystee. She doesn't like many people" Morello reassured me.

"Ah. Hi Taystee. So what are you in for?"

"Some petty shit. I just missed my girl Poussey. Wanted to come back in here." Taystee stated.

"Wait...so it isn't that BAD then?"

"Haha shitttt! It's bad in here but it's better than living out there! That's why I came back!" Taystee explained.

"I guess! Well it's nice to meet you."

"DiVacaro, come come- time to meet your roomies for now" Morello commanded.

"So you work here Morello?" I asked.

"Yeah, honey. I do. But I'm also an inmate."

"They let inmates drive the van?!"

"Yep! Who else is gonna do it? Not the CO's!"

We both laughed.

"Okay, this is cell 14! DiVacaro, I got you a tooth brush, soap, and toilet paper. Keep them! They'll come in handy!" Morello insisted.

"Thanks!"

"No problem, Kiddo! We look out for each other!"

I stepped into the cell.

"What's your name, inmate?" A girl laying in one of the bunks asked.

"DiVacaro"

"Sup, DiVacaro? I'm Diaz. This is Rosa" Diaz pointed to a bald woman. "And this is Watson"

"LADIES. On your feet." A tall guard with a mustache commanded.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Don't ask questions." Watson said.

"We're getting our permanent bunk assignments." Diaz said.

"Damn but it's only my first day! That's quick" I exclaimed.

"That's good! You don't wanna stay in this shit sack of a cell" Rosa groaned.

"Rosa. Diaz. E Block, cubical 2...DiVacaro B block, cubical 5. Watson. D Block, cubical 1." The guard stated.