Riverbend Penitentiary

Harlow

I paced my cell, staring at the bars that kept me separate from the rest of the prison population. Solitary confinement sucked, plain and simple. Time meant nothing in the cramped space. When I was first placed in this sparse cell, I had attempted to track time by marking dashes in the dust. Soon I realized how pointless that was. There was no way to keep time down here with no sun to tell day from night. Guards often forgot to feed all of us, so I couldn't even use mealtimes to track the time. They would soon regret the day they put Harlow Abernathy in this cell.

I was losing my mind. Fae were not meant to go long periods of time in solitary. Especially since the magic cuffs around my wrist prevented me from touching even a drop of my ice magic. They had to let me out soon. They had to. It was only a couple guards I punched and it really was sort of an accident. Really it was their fault, they got in the way of a really good prison fight I had been winning.

I stopped my pacing and grabbed the steel bars that were holding me inside this tiny cell. Shaking them, while letting out a vicious snarl.

"Quiet, quiet, quiet! You'll scare away my friends! My very best friends! They came so far to see me. Straight from the mothership!" one of my cell neighbors starting screaming. I inwardly cursed. The last thing anyone wanted to do was agitate the crazy fae shifter. Brent had been down here for years and wan't handling solitude well. I couldn't blame him really. Anyone down here that long was bound to go nuts.

"I'm sorry Brent, I'll be more careful," I tried to soothe the shifter. It was the only way we would get any sleep later. Who knows how many fae were even down here in solitary. It could be just Brent and I since there was never a peep from anyone else.

"No, no, no. I have to get back on the ship. They have the answers for me," Brent started to sob. "What if they don't come back?" His sobs turned into full on wails.

I was now a second away from joining him. I felt so trapped in this cell. At least when I was with the general population we got time out in the yard, but down here nothing. It was dark and damp with only the dull hallway lighting to see by. I could barely see the back of her cell it was so dark. Brent was the only one down here to keep me company it seemed. At least he didn't seem to be leaving anytime soon either. Who knows what he was down here for, but it couldn't have been something good.

Whatever it was, I shouldn't judge. I was a convicted murderer after all.