THE DEVIL || Castle Rock Original Plot Line

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ii. humiliation in front of the silent inmates.

AZREAL

By the time I had gone through court, trail, speedy trail, whatever it's called- I was declared guilty. Not only for the manslaughter of my mother, but for disrespecting, badmouthing, and threatening an officer. They also managed to pin a few murders in the town from the last week onto me as well. I wondered how such a small town could have so many murders in one week. I also found it strange that the people I had grown up with were suddenly silenced by the deeds I was guilty of, by the court.

I wondered if the court trail was held in front of my neighbors and community, that if I would still be accused of these things without anyone speaking up.

"Monica, let's go."

I sigh, following the tall and greasy man out of the small and grimy cell they kept me in for a few days. They were taking me to a place called Castle Rock, off the southern coast of Maine. Why they were taking me so far? Because that was the closest male and female prison. Apparently there were only two female prisons, and the closest one was up in Lee, Maine. Not worth the trouble, I suppose.

Now, on top of being put in an actual prison, I was also going to be with men, which would be more than likely the majority of this prison. You might be wondering multiple things. Why are you so calm about this? Why did the department of police automatically assume it was you who murdered your mother? Why had they been able to pin the blame on you for other murders in your town?

It is simple, really. Ever since I was younger, Death has followed me.

When I was a toddler, the town of Waterville used to tease me for being a monster, seeing as I had a twin in my mothers womb, and I had killed it. Consumed it, almost. But much later than usual. What was left of my unborn sister was not just a mere cell, but a dead and deprived fetus- shriveled up with dehydration and starvation.

Then, when I was a small child, there were numerous accounts in which other children died near me. One, when my best friend died from a sickness. Then again, a year later when a boy suddenly developed cancer and died soon afterwards. When a girl fell off the playground and broke her neck. By the time I was a teenager, people avoided me due to my childhood past. Even then, there were a select few who dared to push the invisible boundaries and tried to become my friend. One got hit by a car, another disappeared, and the third choked on their food and died.

Until finally I was left. It took me a long time to get a job, due to so many adults being very cautious around me. It made the trouble makers who dealt weed on the weekends seem like paradise. The town had given me a name, a name that suited my misfortune and mishap, my troubled youth and now adulthood. The girl who attracted death.

And the girl who could only attract more.

. . .

two days later.

After making our way into Castle Rock, and to the prison, I had just started to get used to the unusually quiet and murky town when the officer who escorted me (Sheriff Bradley, of course) decided to jerk me in and out of doorways and cars, up until we got into the prison. 

After being forced into a jumpsuit and given my exchange of clothes, Bradley decided to argue about taking me personally into my cell. He said he wouldn't have trusted anyone else to do it.

You see, me and Sheriff Bradley have a bit of a past. He used to fool around with my mother, who in turn asked for the events revolving around me to be covered and unnoticed. He obliged, until my father vanished and guilt overcame her. She stopped all connections with anybody and everybody, including Bradley. 

Since then he has done all he could to get me into trouble. I was in Juvy (Juvenile Detention Center) before I was fifteen, and then continued to be brought back to it six times until I was an adult and they needed a more official reason to send me to prison. This would be my first time.

I know I am supposed to feel scared, anxious, nervous, upset, angry. But I'm not. I am not any of those, I am content and I don't know why. Walking down the corridor, on my way to the wing I was assigned, I am nothing but calm and irritated from the shoving of Bradley.

After being pushed so hard I nearly face plant onto the ground, I whirl around and glower at the Sheriff who dragged me to this hellhole. "Piss off, you rightful cunt!" I shout, silencing the once rowdy and chaotic prison. You could have heard a pin drop. I notice, from the corner of my eye, that an eerily tall male slowly walks up to his cell bars, watching me silently. Chills run up my back. But not the chills you get when you watch a scary movie, no- the excited chills you get right before you open up your birthday presents.

Most of the other prisoners, who are pressed up against their restraining bars to watch me, are silent. Bradley, who glares at me, lifts up his baton and jabs me with it, making me stumble back and straight onto my ass. Since my hands are handcuffed, I land on them and shriek. Cursing under my breath, Bradley slowly walks over and looks down at me, smirking.

"You should respect your elders, Azreal. I'm sure you'll learn that while you're here." His knowing smirk turns into a snarl, while he grabs my upper arm and hauls me up. "Have fun." He mutters before releasing the handcuffs soaked in my blood from the past three days and shoving me into a cell, slamming it closed behind me.

Holding my torn and stinging wrists to my chest, I look wide-eyed up at my new cellmate. The same guy who gave me shivers. The breath from my lungs escapes through my mouth, while I stare at the man with a sharp jaw and breathtaking eyes. I gulp down the drool before it slides out of my mouth.

"Holy shit you're a fucking giant."

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