Deception

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They push us out and eventually we get sent to prison. I'm slapped in a jumpsuit and put in a cell. I look over at my cell mate and he's a big guy. He looks like he's been here for a long time.

" What's your name roomie?" I ask

" Elias." He respond

" That's a pretty name."

" If you're gonna make jokes, you're gonna get hurt."

" Zero, meet one hundred."

" Not by me."

" I didn't ask."

" Shut up and let everyone else sleep."

" Little aggressive."

I lay down and close my eyes. First time being in prison, and I'm pretty sure they said I'll be in here for a year so, that'll be fun. I wonder if all the stuff that you see on tv is real or not. Are there really that many riots all the time. Just constant riots coming in like a stream of pissed off thirty somethings mad because they didn't get the right pudding they wanted. I wonder what this will be like, dealing with all of the fights that I'll probably get into. What will solitary confinement be like, all the peace and quiet in the world jammed into a box the size of a refrigerator. Tomorrow's another day, but what will it bring. I dream of a strange place, it's snowing. Even though it's the middle of June. I walk past large cages, rattling with screams. Pain radiates from someone them, but not all of them. I see an enormous staircase that never ends. I start to walk up it, and after what feels like hours, still no progress is made. I take one wrong step, with only the very tip of my shoe sliding right off of the step. I fall down and I begin to take a fall down the stairs, Endlessly I fall. I don't feel any pain though, only dizziness.

" Oh, God, dammit." I say.

I wake up to the feeling of my cell mate slapping me across the face. I look up and the light blinds me.

" Wake up blondie." He says.

" My feelings." I respond.

I stand up off of the metal boards they call beds. I walk out of the cell and down to the cafeteria. Apparently it's lunchtime. I walk through the buffet looking line and grab the only things that look appetizing. I sit down at an empty table to eat by myself. There is one person who sits next to me. He comes and sits down across from me.

" Sup Rob." I greet.

" Sup." He sups.

" Why were you robbing people?" I ask.

" I needed the money." He says aggressively.

" But for what?" I grill.

" Why are you here?" He questions.

" I was set up by a cop." I answer.

" But why."

" I don't know."

We kinda just sit in silence whilst we eat. I pick at my food and look up.

" You ever been here before?" He asks me.

" Nah." I answer

He scoffs at me.

" You ever not get caught?" I ask sarcastically.

" To be truthful, nah. I always get caught running out of a parkin lot or some shit." He respond.

I look around and see a large man in a jumpsuit like mine except his has rips and holes in it. He walks over and sits uncomfortably close to me.