PRISONERS

Chapter 5

• Chapter 5 •

That night I could hear him giggle or laugh lowly. The sound had me staying up for a long while until he finally fell asleep and I could let the slumber take over me, too. It was odd, hearing something else besides my own breath. The guards are usually silent around me, except from Stephen who is the head guard and has been communicating with me. 

The morning I woke up a little earlier than usual, my clock on the small white table beside me showing 6:50am. I am supposed to wake up at 7 and get ready for breakfast and morning training. Stretching my arms above my head and hips inwards, my leg shook from the comfortable feeling of un stiffness. I rubbed the sleep off my eyes and looked up at the dark gray ceiling, silent.

No sound came from the cell next to me.

He's probably still asleep. But who is he? And why is he in isolation? That must be the maniac Cane told me about at the office yesterday. He sure does seem like a maniac as he laughed uncontrollably for about two hours, which is not normal, even I can acknowledge that.

Rolling off my bed and standing up to my feet, I felt weird. My stomach was hurting due to the lack of food last night. I hate forcing myself to sleep when I'm hungry. The next morning I feel sick to my core. I groaned as the pain in my stomach escalated at every move. They don't feed me well lately and I'm going to lose weight. I won't be as pretty as they say I am.

Pretty pretty pretty.

“Kiss so soft, lips so wrong,” I sang quietly as I moved towards the shower corner. It was a stream attached on the wall, with glass doors around so the water won't fall out and my towels were placed on a small iron table right next to it. A set of fresh prison orange clothes and underwear were on the lower shelf of the table.

“You deserve to go down low.” I kept singing softly my murder song that has been my favorite ever since I wrote it and sang it to Kayn while stabbing him. The shocked look in his eyes when I sang it was priceless.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty,” I stripped out of my clothes and let them drop on the floor. I turned the water on, testing the temperature at first with my fingers, making sure it was just as hot as I want to it be. “Take my gun, aim it up—,“ I gasped when I heard the metallic heavy door open, meaning someone is here.

I shut my mouth and started washing my hair and body. Nobody must hear me sing that song, I will get punished for it. Apparently. the guards are frightened and concerned that whenever I sing it, I plan a murder. Brainless cunts, if I wanted to kill one of them, I would already have.

“Rosalia!” I heard a faint voice through the streaming water falling all over me.

I pulled my head back a little and looked at the closed curtains securing my cell, “Morning!” I called, turning the pressure of the water a bit down so I could hear him clearly.

“Oh, you're up.” Stephen chuckled. He couldn't see me because of the closed curtains. “Great, you have ten minutes so hurry.” he told me and I frowned.

“Why the rush?” I asked, rinsing the peach scented shampoo off my hair.

“You're having breakfast with the others.”

My stomach dropped again. Fuck, that means I won't get to eat again because I'll be probably dragged back out in less than 10 minutes like the last two times.. “Does Logan know?”

“Yes, he ordered it this time.” he replied flatly.

Excitement mixed with nervousness in a bubble erupted in my stomach. At least now that Logan knows, I will get to eat something this time. After I was done washing my body, I dried myself and got changed into the fresh clean clothes. My hair was still a bit dump so I put them up in a messy bun. Pulling the curtains open, I revealed myself to Stephen, who looked bored and unfazed.