Inmate

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I lie awake. 4:17. Thirteen minutes before my alarm.

Today is the day I lose my sanity. My dad, the "best" Correctional Officer at the most dangerous prison in the country, miraculously (sort of) landed me a job there.

Like I wanted to have a job there? No. I'm perfectly fine being stuck at 7/11 for majority of my day. Unfortunately, my dad isn't.

I stared at my ceiling, waiting for the alarm to go off before getting up to get ready. There was no need to be early for anything.

4:30.

I slapped my alarm before the beeping got obnoxious. My legs found their way to the ground, walking themselves to the bathroom. I stripped myself of my clothing, turning the shower on and feeling the water until it was warm enough to get in.

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It was now 5:30, my dad was waiting in the car for me. I heard him honk the horn of the car, obviously getting impatient. I groaned and dragged myself (and a piece of toast) to the car.

Before I could even blink, we were already on the road.

"Shouto."

I looked up, hearing him speak. It was never good if I didn't pay attention.

"There's a counselor that you're going to be shadowing while you're there. Currently, they're working with a very.. dangerous inmate." He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.

I kept my mouth closed, already knowing this would end bad.

"I'm sure you know who that is.. since I guard his floor." I honestly have no clue who he's talking about. It's not like my father talks about the inmates he sees everyday.

"I want you to be better than that counselor. Got it?"
I nod slowly. I really couldn't give a damn about what he wants, but it beats being scolded.

We pulled up into the parking lot. I sigh, slowly making my way out and following my father inside. We passed a couple of off-duty guards as we walked to the elevator.

The closer we got to "the floor", the lower my heart sank into my stomach. My eyes were glued to my feet, nervous to see the other side of the elevator door.

There it was. The ding. Slowly, the doors creaked open, revealing a dimly lit hallway leading to a cell at the end.

Only one cell..? On a floor this big? How bad did this guy have to be?

As we walked down the hall, I noticed a door. Maybe that's where the counselor does their thing?

Although my expression was blank, I felt like my soul left my body. We inched closer to the cell, which was surprisingly larger than the rest of the ones we passed up earlier. If he's so big and bad, why would he be privileged with such a large area to be in?

"Father.." I stopped walking and looked at him. "Is this even safe?"

"Be quiet." He gave me a glance from the side. I shut up immediately. From the distance we were at, I could see someone lying on the plank of wood and a thin mattress for a bed.

I gulped, my walking speed slowing to almost a complete stop. I looked down at the red line on the floor, halting right on it.

"Don't pass this line. Stay here while I get that shitty counselor." Father boomed then walked off, leaving through the elevator.

I stared into the cell, watching the figure lying on the 'bed'. I squinted my eyes, wondering if he was even breathing.

"I'm not a fuckin' zoo animal.. don't expect entertainment." I jumped at the sound of the deep voice coming from the man. I backed up a little.

I was trying to get a look at his face, but his back was towards me. I heard the elevator door open. Looking back, I saw my father and an older looking man walk out.

"Shouto. Room. Now." Father gestured towards that room we passed earlier.

"Yes sir.." I mumbled, walking into the room.
The room consisted of three chairs and a table. In the corner was a camera, which I glanced at before sitting in one of the chairs.

I waited there a moment before hearing the door creak open. My head whipped back, seeing the inmate in handcuffs, standing in the doorway.

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