Prison

Friendship

"You get more freedom." Tyga answered seriously.

"Better food, get to actually go outside, your family can come to visit once a week." Trey continued sounding a bit of upset.

"How do you get moved to the other building?" I probably ask way too many questions but unless people wanna talk about personal shit there's not much else to talk about, and I'm generally interested.

"Good behaviour, ion know just luck I guess." Tyga replied.

"How you guys know about it if you've never been there?" I asked, which caused Trey tense a bit from anger.

"August," Trey said through greeted teeth. "He was lucky to spend five months there, then he got to go straight home after as he dropped me and Ty in it... About the drugs." Trey whispered the last bit not wanting the guards to hear.

I wanted to ask about how they get the drugs but nigga don't want to piss people off so imma leave my other questions to later on. After we finished our food up, we had a few minutes to get ready. After waiting in the shower line, I quickly jumped into the shower keeping my stuff close just as Trey said. The only privacy I have is a ripped shower curtain, people couldn't see anything from my waist down. However, when it came to having a toilet after my shower there is a lot less privacy. Out of the ten toilets I had to share with fifty other men, there is only one which has a door I'm guessing all the other doors got beaten off and not been replaced. I went to step into the toilet with a door until I got pushed against the wall.

"You 'bout to step into the wrong toilet highlighter." This dark skinned hench man said. Highlighter? Forreal? Nigga ain't that yellow.

"All the others are taken." I replied back and just as I did I heard a toilet flush then a man walk out.

"Not anymore. I suggest you pussy ass yellow boy use the one without the door." He pushed me back into the wall then stepped into the toilet with a door. I brushed myself off and returned my attention back into the room, Trey just finished up brushing his teeth before he spoke to me.

"You all good?" He asked referring to what just happened.

"Yeah," I said unsurely. "How comes you didn't help me out bruh?"

"Unless you got drugs that nigga don't give a fuck what he does to you." He laughs, but I don't get what's funny. I'm annoyed but want to keep my anger down.

I went into the toilet and started to take my morning shit until I saw a pair of feet in front of me, I looked up to see a medium size white boy staring at me licking his lips. I covered myself up a bit not wanting him to see my stuff.

"Whatcha ya want boy?" I asked but he just carried on staring. "You gonna answer or nah?" After a few more seconds he still didn't say or move anything, I guess it's a nah. I felt extremely uncomfortable as I heard my log splash against the water in the toilet. I don't know what they have in their food but it's giving me some big shits. I could still feel the presences of the boy in front of me even though I'm looking at the floor. After whipping my self up, I quickly put my fresh pair of clothes on. I pushed past the boy as he smirked at me, he gives me the pure creeps.

Later on in the night, we got forced back into our cells after our dinner which was a last time of having space until the morning. All I'm feeling right now is boredom, actually no that's a understatement it feels like I'm going to die if I don't do something. I started to think of life back home and how I used to waste my time drinking, fighting, smoking and fucking. I've disappointed my family so much. All this thinking of life back home started to make me feel depressed so I tried to think about an other subject. All I could think of is other questions I have to ask about this place like why is Tyga and Trey in here and why for so long, will it be like this the whole time I'm here, how can I go to the other building... The questions I asked myself where interrupted by Trey singing.

"I give a back shot, I don't back down. She likes her hair pulled, that ass slapped around and the neighbours screaming out 'Keep it down'" Trey sang. "You sing Chris?"

"Uh, a little." I replied sounding nervous.

"Go on den boy, show me what you got. Freestyle something." He said. I scanned my brain quickly fixing lyrics to together before I started to sing.

"Lil mama it'll be alright, I just wanna be all on you, do it till we both can't move. Your body, your hips, your ass, girl. Sweat dripping on my body, like its my last girl." I sang.

"Aye, you good." Trey admitted.

"How did you get eight years?" I blurted out. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that."

"Nah, it's all good I have been waiting for you to ask me that." He laughed, I awkwardly chuckled. "Armed robbery. My plan on robbing a bank obviously didn't go as well as I thought it would."

For the rest of the night we spoke about his failed plan, which caused us to have a few laughs. He also asked about my drug and abusive behaviour, I said about me having bipolar which shocked him as I'm so calm in here. I'm just hoping I stay calm, I can feel all my anger coming out at once.