"Inmate 3821, Ms. Y/L/N?"
I snap out of my daydream and turn toward the direction of the voice. It came from the prison's head correctional officer. "Follow me please." I stand up from my chair in the interrogation room and follow him. We walk down a few hallways until we reach cell number C-49. "Go on in. This will be your cell until you're released. I would advise you to read the Prisoner's Manual." I walk in and he locks the door behind me. I turn around and ask, "When will I be released?" "Whenever the judge sets your release date." And with that, he turns and promptly walks away-leaving me in this cold, lonely cell to rot.
The cell's furnishing is very minimal: a bed, a toilet, sink, and a small nightstand with a single drawer. There's no windows, mirrors, television, books... nothing. Nothing to distract my mind. There is one light in the very center of the ceiling, but it's set on a timer. I look at the walls: there are tally marks from past inmates, but aside from that, they're grey, dirty, and blocking me from freedom.
I have never been in jail before, much less a high security prison. I'm only 18 and a few months old. How unlucky is that? I walk to my bed and sit. I can feel the springs in the bed poking my ass. "At least it's better than sleeping on the floor," I try to reassure myself.
I have a feeling I'm going to be here for a long time. The crime I committed is nothing to take lightly, and I'm sure the judge won't either. This is where I'm going to spend, maybe, the rest of my life. Great.
Suddenly, the light turns off. According to the Prisoner's Manual, that means it's 11:00 pm. I lie down and fall asleep to the comforting sound of silence.
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I awake to the sound of footsteps and screaming. "No! Stop! Get your hands off me! I can walk on my own." I hurriedly get out of bed and rush to the door. I see two officers escorting a young man to the cell across from mine. An officer says, "Mr. Grant, you'll be staying here until told otherwise. Please read your Prisoner's Manual." I watch as the door is locked behind him and they walk away. The man runs his fingers through his thick, dark hair and then proceeds to punch his bed. I jump at his sudden act of aggression. Then he looks at me. We share a brief stare, but then I look away. I don't want to make any friends. Friends cause trouble. Friends could possibly make my sentence longer.
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I am very busy staring at a wall when someone unlocks my cell door. "Ms. Y/L/N, I'm here to escort you to breakfast." We walk to the cafeteria. There is a long line of prisoners that lead a window where our food is served. The officer briefly tells me what to do and I thank him. I stand in line, get my food, and now for the scariest part: where to sit.
I find an empty table and begin to eat my food. As people walk by, they catcall and laugh at me. I just ignore them, until one person catches my eye. It's the man who's in the cell across from mine. He's walking toward me. I avert my eyes and keep my head down. He sets his tray on my table, "Do you mind if I join you?" I continue to stare at my food as I shake my head from side to side. "I'm Ethan," he says. I say nothing. He sits and starts eating. After about a minute of silence he says, "I saw you watching me this morning." I look at him and reply, "Yeah, you kind of woke me up. I wanted to see who's tongue I needed to rip out. You were pretty loud."
"Awe, you called me pretty."
"No I didn't. I..." he laughs and I roll my eyes.
We sit in silence for the rest of breakfast. Even though I hate to admit it, I enjoy the company.
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The rest of the day is pretty boring. It mostly consists of staring at a wall and eating in the cafeteria. However, Ethan didn't sit with me during those meals. He sat with some sketchy men. They're definitely druggies.
Now I'm sitting on my bed in the very corner of my room. My legs are pulled up to my chest and I'm crying into my knees. My mind is racing. I don't belong here. A high security prison is no place for an eighteen year old female. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have... My thoughts are interrupted by a voice. "Hey, are you okay?" Ethan yells from across the hallway. I turn my back to him-not really wanting to talk. The next thing I hear is the sound of my cell opening and then close shut.
I turn and see him standing in front of my bed. My eyes go wide, "How did you just...?" I say as I point to the door. "This isn't my first time in jail," he replies with a smirk, "You'd be surprised by all of the tricks I know and the connections I have here." I am speechless.
I can barely see him, only his silhouette. He walks over and sits on the edge of my bed, "First time in prison?"
"Is it that obvious?" I respond.
"For the most part, you're holding yourself together pretty well," he paused, "You know, it's not easy being a girl in prison. There's a ton of horny rapist here."
"Tell me about it. I've been catcalled all day."
"Yeah I heard that. Hey, you never told me your name."
"Oh, sorry about that. It's Y/N. I didn't really want to make any friends here, that's all.
"That's a really pretty name and, yeah, I can understand that."
We sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes. My turn.
"So if you can get out of your cell, why don't you just leave?"
"I usually would be gone by now, but I kind of like it here."
"What? Why?" I said a little offended that he would choose to stay in this hell.
"Well, I met this really pretty girl."
I am blushing but thank goodness he can't see it.
He stands up and says, "Well I guess I'm going to head back to my cell." He starts walking to door. No. I don't know why, but I don't want him to leave. For some reason a sudden burst of confidence comes over me. I yell, "Wait!" He stops and turns to look at me. I gulp. That burst of confidence is now gone. There's no turning back now. "Can you... um... stay with me? I don't like being alone." "Sure thing, Gorgeous." He craws in bed with me. I lie my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around me, rubbing up and down ever so lightly, almost as if I was fragile enough that I could shatter.
He's so big and muscular, and he smells nice too. I don't want this moment to ever end. But, what if we get caught?
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