Hiding From the Present

Chapter 1

For Anja-The crazy bitch who nagged me day in day out to write this! Love you babes! xx

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Two years now...

Two fucking year's we've been stuck in a prison and not seen anyone from the outside. They don't want to see us. No parents or siblings or friends. Not since they found out what we did. We don't mind but it's hard in prison without your mum to tell you everything going to be OK...But hey at least I'm not in an asylum again! Well to be honest the only thing keeping me out of an asylum is convincing my psychiatrist that I see every week that I was sane. Unfortunately for me that meant doing shit like this (i.e writing a prison journal). Anyway where do I start? Well it's safe to say the police found some sort of evidence linking us remaining five to the eight murders. They linked us to either doing it, planning it or with holding evidence or some shit like that. They found Francis's teeth that we had disposed of so I filled them in on how I killed her and fed her dead body to pigs. Their faces were fucking hilarious though! They went so pale.

Back to the story, the police found out we had something to do with the murders and now we've all been given life sentences. Yay? Life's different to how it use to be now. We have all day doing nothing inside our cells and we rarely laugh as much as we use to. Two down, five to go. That's what all the other in mates say about us. And it's not just our personality's that have changed it's our looks. I'm a lot thinner than I was before and I don't bother with my hair so it's a birds nest now. Naomi cut hers to a short silver bob and Katie never wears her's in a plait anymore and only ties it in a really messy bun. Edith's hair lost it's curliness with her personality and Glinda has two darker purple streaks in her hair. None of us are the same...

 People sometimes say prison was a walk in the park for them. New friends, drugs, three meals a day! Not for us though. It's more of a case of no new friends, beaten up because we won't take drugs,and constantly having three meals a day tipped over our heads. The amount of fights we've all got into in the past few years has probably broken the prison record by now! If not it's probably pretty close. So yeah my psychiatrist thinks I would benefit from keeping a journal and keeping up my drawings. Every two days all the inmates are allowed in the wreck room and there I'm allowed special supervised permission onto a half broken prison tablet to carry on drawing. The only problem is my doctor questions what I draw cause she sees all of them, now all I can draw is sunshine and rainbows! What fun...

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"What you writing hoe?" Came a strong accent entering her cell.

'I still think she's Irish!' Charlie thought rolling her eyes. Putting down her pad and pen she glared at the woman who just entered.

The woman was tall and bulky with a graying brown buzz cut and the same orange overalls as her. She raised an eye brow and made her way over to Charlie who still hadn't answered her. Leaning on the bed, the convict brought her face up to hers until Charlie could feel her hot breath on her face. Smirking she asked again.

"I said what you writing hoe?"

"Piss off Noel!" Charlie muttered.

A bell rang outside. Charlie pushed the older woman away and got to her feet heading for the door. It was lunch time and she couldn't wait to get out of there and see the girls. Before her feet had moved an inch someone behind her grabbed her hair and yanked her back. She cried out and struggled against the strength of Noel. Slammed against a wall she banged her head and fell to the floor. She struggled to breath and looked up to see Noel back in her face. Balancing on her toes she was crouched in front of Charlie. Her face might as well have had pissed written in marker pen on it. Charlie cried out as Noel grabbed hold of her hair again and forced Charlie to look at her.

"The fuck did you just say to me?" Noel asked through gritted teeth.

Charlie laughed at her.

"I told you to piss off Noel. Didn't you hear me? Piss off. Shoo, shoo!" Charlie laughed doing a shooing motion with her hands.

To her surprise Noel started laughing too. Charlie laughed with her until she felt a sharp pain in her eye. Noel had punch her. Her small body fell to the floor and doubled over in pain as she was kicked in the stomach.

"I'll try again Charlie. What did you just say to me?" Noel laughed at the teenager.

"Piss off you fucking leprechaun!" Charlie groaned. 

Five minutes later guards had to break Noel off Charlie. Her left eye was swollen shut and five ribs were broken. The amount of bruises she received was uncountable. Every hit Charlie got Noel would ask the same question and each time Charlie would reply the same answer. The reason Charlie and Noel didn't like each other very much was because Noel was Matt's Auntie. SO you can see how this went when they became roommate's. Charlie would have left her alone if Noel hadn't insulted Captain and Red to her face though. 'Captain was a depressed whore' this and 'Red was killed by you and not my nephew' that. From that day forth Charlie vowed to not let Noel walk all over her. Unfortunately this is where it gets her...