Prisoner

Verte Part 1

I sat myself down on a table trying to stay calm. I took 6 pills already against my anxiety, but they don't seem to work at all. I look at my plate and sigh. Deep breath in, deep breath out. "sup Lil lady? You're awfully tiny to be an inmate. Do you maybe work here? As the teacher that tries to teach us inner piece?" oh no... No. I cautiously look up. "I-I am an-an inmate yes...." the big guy who asked me laughs and looks at the others standing beside him. I look confused and don't laugh along. "Did-did I say something wrong?" they stop laughing and look at me. "what are you in for" he asks again. I keep my head low and swallow. "I'd ra-rather not tell everyone." "What? Alright, little weirdo. You got papers from the administrator. You'd better give those to me before Thursday evening. My cell number is 660." He says with a grunt and leaves. papers? What papers?! I haven't had any!! I get up as quick as possible, leaving my food on the table. I walk towards the tiny cabin where the head guard is. "Can I speak to the administrator? For my papers? I need those, and quick." He looks up and laughs. "What?" he says. "my papers, with my information and release date and name and age and everything you guys know. I'm allowed to have a copy." He sighs and gets up, which causes me to take a step back. He's huge, he's around 6"3 maybe. "alright tiny, stay still." he reaches to his pocket and grand cuffs. He cuffs me and drags me along to the back. "Here he is. I'm waiting outside. Don't try to pull anything on us." I nod and walk in. The administrator his desk is very neat, something his office is not. On his desk it says 'Dr. Dordin', is he even allowed to call himself doctor? Whatever. "What do you want, miss.... Worhe?" he looks up and contains a chuckle. "I want my papers, with my information." he nods and rolls towards another chest kind of thing. He opens it up and it shows dozens, hundreds of files. I assume it's from the inmates. He searches for the W and finds my name, grabs the file and rolls towards the copying machine. He puts it in and copies it all. All the while I'm waiting very awkwardly on the papers, which he gives very easily. He whistles a bit and looks at me, gives a kind smile and continues looking at the papers. When it's done, he hands me it and rolls back to the desk. "There you go, that's what you wanted right?" I nod and get up with the papers in hand. I get out and look at the guard. "Already done? Guess he has a weak spot for white-haired gals." he shrugs and walks off again with me following him. He gets the cuffs off and goes back to his spot.

I look down at the papers and swallow. All the information anyone needs to steal my identity, blackmail me or use me is in here, who would give it away that easily? I look around for the big guy with the dark red hair, which is obviously dyed. I see him sitting at a table with around 8 guys and 3 women, of which 2 are places on his lap kissing his neck. Disgusting, I mean it’s your life but ew. I once again look at my papers.

"Julia Verte Worhe, age 19, accused of first-degree murder of her aunt, Tilly Worhe. Sentenced for 35 years of prison. Also accused of lying to the judges and court, adding 15 years to her sentence." I cringe at the sight of it and walk towards the big red-haired guy. "Sir? I go-got the papers." The talking and chatting stops and everyone looks up. "Sir? I kinda like it." he laughs and throws the girls off, getting up. The girls groan and scoff, earning an eye roll from him. "I'm Red, and you are... Julia Verte Whore?" he chuckles and starts laughing loudly, his whole group erupts into laughter and I sigh. "It's Worhe. W O R H E." "I know it says so here, but I don't care." I pinch the bridge of my nose and groan walking off. Red probably had other plans and grabbed my arms. "Murder of your aunt? Damn sweets, you're 19." I grit my teeth. "You got 35 years. You're also judged for lying to court, which added 15 years. What did you lie about? That must be a big lie." he smirks, looking up.

That's my breaking point.

I lost it.

"I DID NOT LIE!! The whole system is FUCKED UP and is impossible of finding any USEFUL FUCKING EVIDENCE. AND WHAT ARE YOU JUDGING ME FOR?! YOU'RE STUCK HERE TOO RIGHT?! HOW MANY YEARS? 65 FOR ASSAULTING A 15-YEAR-OLD?" I yell out, grasping the attention of all the inmates that are present at the time. My breath is hitching in my throat and I know that there's no holding back now. I regain my posture and continue my talk.

"the fact that I gained so much on my sentence is not because of my crimes, but because of lack of respect from court. Yes, I have murdered a relative, but no I have not lied. Everything I said in court was true, came from the bottom of my fucking heart. You know what? I'm not even going to fucking explain it to you nor your friends. I did not deserve this bullshit. Who are you even to get my papers?!" I yell as I snatch them away, tears threatening to slip out. "what are you planning on doing? Are you a fucking guard in training?! Leave me, my sentence, and my papers the FUCK alone." at this rate I'm a crying and sobbing mess as I speed walk to the hallway of cells. Because of all the tears that are dwelling up inside my eyes I can barely see and bump into almost every inmate in those hallways. I earn a lot of swear words and loud yells about that I should watch it. I don’t care anymore. I know I’m completely fucked, no mom, no dad, no uncle or aunt. No one to stay with or call with when I’m out or need someone to talk with. I give up.

As I’m fighting with my own thoughts, I stand still in the hallway, papers in hand and tears staining my cheeks and part of my neck and collarbones. My salty tears are mixed with some mascara I put on before leaving for court. My arms loosely hanging by my side as I softly sob whilst looking down. Why am I even trying? The worst part is, I can’t go anywhere here. I can’t kill myself; I can’t get out and I already fucked up my only chance of surviving by yelling at the white supremacist group that tried to control me.
“Shit.” I whisper to myself softly. I fall down on my knees having a complete mental breakdown in the hallway of the worst prison that you could imagine, because I murdered my aunt “without any reason” and lied in court, which I didn’t even do. Life fucking sucks.