Everything Will Be Ok (2)

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I hated the smell of cigarettes, there was no window so there was no place for the smoke to go but in here. My bed was made up, but it didn't change the fact that it was very uncomfortable. The girl on the top bunk was humming to whatever song while smoking her cigarette.

I wiped the tears that mange to leave my eyes minutes ago. Yes I'm crying because it's been two days and I already hate here. We can't get out of the room, because we're seen as dangerous. And when we do it's to clean.

The guards looks at as if I'm some snack, I feel threatened and unsafe around her. And when I do go out of this room I sometimes bump into other inmates and they are so mean. 

"Shut the fuck up!" I heard the girl say, she was annoyed. "Sorry" I sniffed. The girl hops off the bed and turns to me. "What the hell is your problem...you haven't shut up since you got here"

"I-I'm here and-and I didn't even do anything" I tried to stop a sob but it was no use, the girl rolls her eyes digging the cigarette into the wall, she points a finger at me. "Wether you did it or not you need to shut the fuck up because your crying is getting on my everlasting nerves and you're giving me a headache"

I stared at her not exactly sure why she had such a short temper. "Sorry" I say once again. I laid down on the uncomfortable bed pulling the cover over my body.

She sighs "what's your name?" She asks "y/n" I say a little under a whisper "speak up I can't hear you!"

"Y/n" I say louder "what are you in here for"

"I didn't do any-"

"I didn't ask for any of that, I asked why you're in here" I didn't like her attitude, and the way she spoke to me was very unnecessary but we're basically living together and there's no way out if I say something she don't like and she tries to attack me.

"Murder"

She looks me up and down as if she was trying to figure me out. "Who did you 'murder'?"

"The Mayor son m-my step brother" she hums not saying anything else but hoping back on her bed. She didn't speak to me for the rest of the night. And I tried to keep my crying down as well.

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