She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

***PRIVATE CHAPTERS: MUST FOLLOW TO READ THEM*** [BOOK 1 TO THE INMATE SERIES] [MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY!] "Stay out of trouble or you'll end up in prison with all those bad people." The same sentence my mother constantly told me until I was grown and on my own. In all honestly, she didn't really care. She just didn't want me to end up dead like my father and was giving me her pity but I ain't need the sorrow she was giving me. Or so I thought, maybe if I listened and instead of being a hard headed person and robbing a bank at the age of 24 then I wouldn't be in the predicament that I'm in right now. If I had the common sense that god gave me then I wouldn't be sitting in prison for 5 years but it didn't even go down like that. I was actually set up and was framed by three females that I labeled as my friends but they was just in it for the money and taking my niceness for granted. That stapled 3 years on my ass and I was framed once again by a crook cop just because I didn't give him the guilty pleasure that he desired. So that put another 2 years on my ass and I don't think I could live another day in this trashy place. Not with this bipolar guy named Sean, you'd think that he's just a normal inmate but on god your ass is completely wrong. Copyright © 2013-2014 by VerifiedTrill