I groaned as I woke up. People were cheering outside - fight time. I quickly went out and saw a new guy, who was he? He had a terrified look on his face. I growled quietly. I walked up to him, he stared me for a while with a confused look and then he looked back to the two fighting inmates.
I've been here for about two years, and to be honest - you get used to the place. It's depressing as hell, sure. And Lechero is just as depressing as this place. But I've never feared him. I know it's just a shell. He makes himself feel better by showing off as tough, but without his little crew I'm not sure he would be as tough. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't really care.
I felt bad. But I knew that if I got myself in the middle of it, which I've done before, it won't end well for me. So even though I pity dead guy; I know it's for my own sake it's better to stay out of it. Actually, it's better for anyone's sake to stay out of any drama around this place. Or any place, to be honest.
The new guy slowly turned around as the inmate died. I stared with wide eyes on his dead body before I turned my head around, staring at the new guy who just walked away from me.
I went out of my cell and saw the new guy sitting on the floor next to the courtyard. I sat down on my knees next to him, shaking him slightly. He wakes up and snaps his head to me.
"Hey, hey easy" I say. "Have you been here all night?" I ask.
"Looks like it..." he mumbles under his breathe. "Is no one gonna take care of the body?"
"Eventually. The guards come here, take it and buries it outside the prison. The family can't even come and say goodbye" I say, looking down. I felt so bad for all these families. It was right, you know. The sentence you get told when you end up in Sona, "What comes in, never comes out."
His head suddenly snaps to an old man who's standing in his underwear only. He's beaten up pretty badly, and he's new in Sona. Geez, I wish they'd all leave the new guys alone. I feel sorry for all of them. I've been in their place, but I wasn't as badly beaten up as he is. Maybe some of these men respect women, I don't know. I watched the new guy that's sitting next to me, his eyes are full of sorrow.
"Do you know him?" I ask.
"He... He was a guard at the last prison I was in" He replies. I nod slowly.
"Hey" I said, drawing his attention to me, "I never got your name" I said with a slight smile. He returned it, but barely.
"Michael."
"I'm Lily."
Michael and I were walking to my cell, I had offered him to stay there as long as he needed. Or until he got a cell. If Lechero was kind enough to give him one, that is. Another new man walks up to us. Michael sighs quietly, I can hear him though. I look at the strangers face.
"What do you want Alex?" Michael asks.
"You know each other?" I ask. Jesus, who didn't this man know here? Maybe all of the new guys in here knew each other. I couldn't tell, except that they were Americans. Like me. Don't even ask how I ended up in Sona.
"That's so clever. Planting the drugs on the boat. That's a big irony. Wrong man in jail" he said. Big irony? This man did drugs? I looked at his hands and saw that they were shaking. Oh my god, he's in withdrawal. My eyes widen slightly, I try to cover it but neither of them is paying attention to me.
"You are exactly where you belong" Michael says to him, calmly.
"No, that's where you're wrong. That's where you're gonna help me. I will have a court date one of these days and you will be there, on the stand, and you will tell them the truth that you planned this. That you set this up. And I'm gonna go home" Alex says with panic in his voice. He obviously needs drugs. I growl slightly.
"Uh, I'm... I'm gonna go to my cell. Michael, can you find your way there?" I ask. He nods and gives me a smile of gratitude.
Michael had been called out to the visitors room. The irony in it is that it's not technically a room. It's just outside. I sat down against the wall outside and stared into the courtyard.
Michael had told me everything that he'd been through. How his brother, Linc, had been doomed to death and that when they were about to kill him, plans changed. Then they escaped with several others from the prison, including Alex. I was curious about this Alex guy. He seemed to be bothered by something, but he's very hard to read. Maybe that's just his personality.
Michael was coming towards me but the teenager McGrady jumped up to his face as soon as he saw him and started chatting with him. I smiled slightly. McGrady was a nice kid, I'm not sure why he's in prison though. He and I have never really had a chance to talk. I just felt bad for him. He was just a teen, they're not supposed to be in prison. They're supposed to be hanging out with their friends and family, play videogames and go to school. Not be stuck in one of the most horrific prisons there is.
Suddenly McGrady becomes scared, I stare closely and sees that it's Sammy. My eyes widen as I quickly get up and jogg up to them. McGrady is scared though and runs away before I catch up to them. I stand next to Michael. He looks at me with a confused look, I give him a look that says I'll explain later.
"Let's go, blanko. Orientacion." He says.
"Not interested." Michael says bluntly. Oh no, Michael. Listen to him.
"It's not for you to decide." Sammy says and pulls up his shirt slightly so we can see that he has a dagger. I quickly look at Michael with a slight terrified look.
"Come on, Michael. Let's go" I say as I drag him off.
I walk up to Alex's cell a bit later. He's sitting on his bed, shaking and he seems to be hallucinating. Poor guy.
"Hey" I say as I lean against the cell wall.
"You! I saw you with Michael earlier." Alex says quickly. I smile and look down a bit.
"My name's Lily."
"Alex Mahone" He says and looks down. He's sweating and he looks terrified. I walk up to his bed and sit down next to him. I pull out a little glass jar I had in my pocket, it's full with water.
"Here, drinks this" I say as I hand it over. He looks at my with widen eyes.
"No, no... No, I can't take that" he says quickly. I shake my head and gives him a nod.
"Just drink it or I'll force it down your throat" I say. He quickly grabs the jar and drinks it quickly. He must have been thirsty.
"So, Mahone" I say with a slight smirk. "Why are you in here?"
"Why are you?" He returns the question.
"I'm here because someone made me look guilty for something I didn't do. Murder." I say, looking down as I feel my eyes water. "What about you?" I ask again.
"Same goes for me." He answers. "Except not murder. Drugs." He says as I nod slowly.
"Yeah, that gotta look better than murder." I say with a sigh. He just looks into my eyes.
It truly was depressing. There's nothing worse than murder in my eyes. Well obviously there is, like rapists and assasins. But when you're framed for something you didn't do, your whole world crumbles and you're left in pieces. There's nothing you can do to get out of it, because one's someone has made up their mind, they are most likely not to have a change of heart.
"Would you like to go for a walk?" I ask with a smile.
"Sure" He says as we get out of his cell.
Outside there is people listening to Spanish music, some are playing basketball, especially McGrady. He plays basketball every day. Good for him, he needs something teenagy to do. We catch up to Michael.
"Hey" I say with a smile. He smiles back barely. Suddenly I hear Lechero and another inmate talk. I focus my hearing, I can see that Michael and Alex do the same.
"New man arrived. An American." The inmate says.
"Anything else?" Lechero asks.
"He's got this hand..." Suddenly both Alex and Michael snaps their head to the same direction, confused I do the same. I suddenly sees this man with one hand and one plastic hand. That's kinda creepy, I wonder what happened to him...
"You guys know him?" I ask. Michael nods. So does Alex. I growl slightly. Both of them have bad looks on their face. "I take it he has done something bad?" I ask.
"He isn't exactly the nicest man on Earth..." Alex replies to my question. I shake my head slightly.
"Who is? No one's perfect. We've all done mistakes. Especially in here. Otherwise we wouldn't be stuck in here." I mumble under my breathe, but they both heard what I say since they are now both staring at me.
I walk up to my cell where I hear Michael yell "I didn't do it." My eyes widen as I quickly pace up to my room faster. What was going on? Michael was pushed up aganst the cell wall while another inmate was choking him. Behind me I see that Lechero and Sammy were up their way to my cell. Not good.
"You know the rules extra fights. It doesn't happen here." Lechero says as I look at them with a terrified look.
"He took something that belongs to me." The inmate says angrily. "Or maybe it was you!" He says and turns his face to me. "After all it is your cell!"
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"He's out of his mind." Michael says defensively.
"It seems pretty easy to get to the bottom of this." Sammy says. I look terrified and tears are threatening to fall. Alex suddenly joins us and sees my tears. He looks angry at everyone, including Michael. "Check him and her." Sammy says. They check us both but can't find anything.
"Check her area." Lechero says. I growl quietly. Sammy turns my bed upside down and finds the stash of drugs. I get more terrified than ever. Lechero and Sammy leavews as the inmate looks at me.
"We are not done here." He says threatingly. The tears fall down my face.
"I didn't do this... I didn't do this..." I whisper to myself as Alex and Michael watches me with pity.
I sit curled up on my bed, I lean my head against the cell wall as I sob quietly. I can't defend myself. I stayed out of drama and crimes. I was innocent. My head flashed back.
I laid down on the grass, I stared at the stars. The bright, white shining stars. They were beautiful. Everything was so peaceful. Scaringly peaceful. I didn't mind, but something didn't feel right. I tried to push my thoughts away, just let them go for a night. I wasn't very successful. My phone suddenly interrupted my thoughts as it gave away a loud signal.
I quickly picked it up and smiled as I saw my best friends name on the display. Bonnie. "Hello, stranger" I said with a grin.
"Your family's dead. You're next." I heard a masculine voice say. My grin quickly went away. I look terrified around and stood up. My body started shaking slightly. "You have 5 minutes before I know exactly where you are." He said as he hung up on me. I started running home.
I suddenly snapped out of my flashback as I heard a new voice. It was the man with the plastic hand. I swallowed hard and wiped away my tears quickly and looked at him. Michael was sitting on the other side of the room carefully watching me.
"Playing by yourself. Same old, Pretty." He said with a smirk. I looked at him carefully as he and Michael chatted.
"We've got nothing to say to each other" Michael said bluntly.
"On another not, on a big picture note, the big government types that shook me down so hard, why is it that they want you here? Was it Sona they were interested in? That's what I'm thinking. Want me to get you down here, up in this county. What do you think it is, huh? You think it's Sona? Who'd be interested in a dump like this?" He says.
We hear someone scream "runner!" suddenly. We run to the windows and saw a man running towards the fence. I swallow hard as my eyes widen. The guard in the tower yells to the man to stop. He doesn't stop and gets shot and dies. I hear a man behind me scream no as tears fall down his face.
I swallow hard as I go back to my cell. I sit down on my bed as I see the chickenbone next to me on my bed. My eyes widen in shock as I grab it hard. I stare out into the air, I was terrified.
I lean against the wall holding the chickenbone hard. I hear someone walk outside my cell and enter it not long after that, but I don't bother turning my head around and see who it is.
"Go for the knee cap. You hit it straight on and it will buckle and it will take the guy out" I hear Alex say. I turn my head around looking into his eyes.
"Why are you helping me?" I ask.
"Because you helped me. And you're a nice girl. I'm just returning the favour." I give him a slight smile of gratitude.
"Thank you" I whisper and he gives me a nod as he leaves.
I stand in the middle of the ring of the inmates. In front of me I have the man who's trying to fight with me. And he will probably will. I can take care of myself, but not in a fight. I'm a pretty hopeless fighter. I don't fight; it's just not who I am. I put on my best poker face and tried to remember Alex's advice, go for the knee cap. Knee cap, knee cap, knee cap, I kept on telling myself as I took a deep breathe.
Lechero comes out of his room standing on his balcony. He yelled out loud, "We have a disagreement between two dogs. A drug addict and a murderer. I condone neither. But they have an issue. And we have rules. And without rules we are nothing but savages. Therefor, the proper respect for the rules. This fight is engaged with only one rule; No weapons. I'm done talking." He says as he takes a step back.
"I'm not going to fight." I say clearly. The inmate looks at Lechero, and that's when I go for my kick. I kick the inmate's knee cap making him fall to the ground, grunting in pain. I start kicking and punching him. I start to walk out of the circle, but the other inmates stop me. I growl quietly at them as Lechero looks at me and says "I don't think you understand the rules, friend. Only one of you comes out alive."
I take a deep breathe and lose my poker face. I'm terrified.
The inmate starts punching back, but I'm looking over my shoulder and punches back as he falls to the ground yet again. I turn around and look at Alex who's got a determined look on his face.
"Let me through. I'm not doing this" I say. "Let me go." I yell at the inmates who just pushes me back. I growl. I turn around and see the man with a knife in his hand, I gasp for air and is frozen by fear. Suddenly Alex comes to my rescue and breaks the inmate's neck. I let a deep breathe out of relief.
"No weapons. Rules are rules, remember?" Alex says as he turns to Lechero. "If we don't have them, we're savages." He says as we both watch Lechero. He has a dissapointed look on his face as he walks back into his room. Alex, Michael and I walk back to our cells.
I sit on my bed, sobbing for myself. I lean down and grabs my water bottle. I grabs some tissues and bathes them in the water for a second before I start cleaning away the blood. I grunt as the water burns my wounds. Alex joins me and leans against the door frame. I don't look up at him, I just focus on cleaning my wounds.
"You were gonna die." Alex says after a while. I look up at him as I take a deep breathe.
"Thank you for saving me." I say as I give him a smile. He nods.
First chapter! Second one is coming up soon. Should I continue? review/follow! xx