Ruby
Ruby was not happy. Another inmate had stolen her last pair of clean underwear, and ruby thought she knew who. Fucking Katherine. Perfect Katherine, all the guards love her, of course that prissy could never do wrong. Katherine seemed out to get Ruby, when ruby had tripped over Katherine's foot, Ruby thought it might be a good time to assert her dominance. Show people that Ruby wouldn't be pushed around. Now I wish I had just kept my big mouth shut. How I wish I could go back in time and stop myself from turning around and calling her a bitch. It would have made my whole stay in prison much more pleasant. Katherine made sure all the other inmates knew not to get anywhere near me after that. She also made sure I got a black eye among many others over the years to come.
Of course having Katherine bully me every day did help me gain much needed fighting skills. I would not let her hurt me, not without putting up a fight.
No one came near me, if anyone did Katherine made sure they never did again. But who needs friends right? Im not in prison to make a new bff. Maybe we can be pen pals when we get out, I thought sarcastically.
No I'd rather serve my time and never see any of these dickheads again.
I walked towards the food court ready for dinner, wary of anyone that comes near me. The long stretch of the corridor always seem even further when everyone is staring at you, they know I'm the outcast. The freak you can't talk to. They may also be scared of me. I have a long scar running down from the bottom of my chin, slashing diagonally along my neck and stopping just past my colour bone. I've had it since I was a baby so I don't know where it's from, my parents dies ad I had no relatives so I went straight to foster care, but I'm used to it my scar, others obviously aren't. I watch as their gazes flick towards my neck before I catch their eyes and they look away. They may also be looking away because of my eyes, their as white as snow and I've been told that they seem as if I'm reading your soul when I look at you. I just think their unnerving.
I take my tray and wait in line for my food. It's the only good part of the day. Even if the food is shitty, I can forget about the stares, about no one talking to me, about Katherine.
I reach my table. It's the only one I ever sit on, because no one will let me sit on theirs, but as my hand touches the chair I feel a pull at my navel, the world blurs around me before I fall against a cold slab of concrete.