Our Stay With It

Mercedes

It has been 1 month since I was captured. Two months since my sister has talked to me. I used to relish in the silence, but now I feel it will be my demise. The damp air chills me to the bone, the beating of the snow never relenting.I would go under the covers, but I am too tired and I don't have even an ounce left of fight in me. This place has taken not only my freedom but my will.

I look across the room at our new inmate. Caramel brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, pretty. Why everyone wants to be pretty is unfathomable to me. All my looks have done for me is get me accused of being a slut and a boyfriend stealer. I was envied by girls and harassed by boys.

After I finish my internal rant, I look up again at the girl. She looks like her world was just taken from her. Deciding to do the right thing and go over to console her, I start descending from my top bunk. Maybe this good deed will get me into Heaven. Ahh screw it I'm still going to Hell. I try to gracefully climb down from the bunk but instead I stumble like a drunk sailor. My limbs are numb from lack of use in the past month. I slowly and steadily make my way to new girl's bunk. The poor thing is only wearing dirty shreds of what seems to be a formal gown.

As I make my way over to her bottom bunk she finally looks up. I offer her a smile and she attempts to return it. "Welcome to Hell!" I say. She snorts weakly at my lame joke. "May I join you? You know, body heat will keep you warm and since there aren't any hot guys around I guess you'll have to settle for me." She stays silent but moves over. After a pregnant pause she replies, "I have my own Prince Charming at home." Before my filter kicks in, I hear myself say, "Lucky bitch, only assholes live in the town I grew up in." She stares at me for a second, lets out a bark of laughter, and finally gives me a full smile. "I think we will be great friends." She whispers. I smile back at the thought of company in this prison.