The walls are lined with thick, dull grey concrete. The smell of musk and sweat and tears is almost overwhelming. I sat motionless, staring at the wall with zero interest. I zoned out and saw nothing, heard nothing, smelt nothing, thought nothing. I'm like a blank space in the sociable room. Their laughs and cries are muffled by my struggling self control.
Suddenly, the clock ticked rather loudly to signal a change of the hour, and I swiftly sat up and moved to the side. As soon as I had moved, another took my place. That is, he was thrown into the space. I then stared at the tattooed man, bloody and beaten, then to the man's attacker before taking my leave.
I glided swiftly to my cell. Well, that's not true actually. I was violently thrown into the cell and scolded by a guard for "beating someone up." It wasn't my fault. It never is. They don't listen to the fishes, though.
What's a fish? Well, the fishes are basically the newbies. They call them fishes because they come in groups. It's never just one newbie at a time. No, they come in large quantities. They're the easiest to pick on. And the easiest to rape.
I was lucky though, the second part never happened to me. I could take the taunts and the pushes and even the punches. My fragile heart could never take the sexual assault, however. Not again.
I had just recently been admitted into the prison. I was on an ongoing case. I had testified that two older boys (older by two years) had raped me on my way back from school. The two boys turned it around on me, however, stating that I was the one who had harrassed them. The court had charged me as an adult, and now I'm stuck in this absolute shithole for a maximum of five years.
I didn't mind being alone though, I was always alone. I had went through various psychologists and such. They had actually convinced me that I was the wrongdoer in the assault. My lawyer tried to convice the Judge that I was not guilty by reason of insanity, but that didn't go well at all.
And now I'm here. In New Jersey's biggest fag gathering. This is where they sent people like me. But they aren't like me. I'm not guilty like them. They are all disgusting, vile creatures. Everyone in this entire place isn't like me.
Now, if there was one person in this place I couldn't stand it was Ray Toro. He was such a complete asshat. Everything he said or did make no sense whatsoever.
And yet he was my only friend.
"Morning, Gerard!" An overly enthusiastic voice beamed from behind the metal bars. I groaned as he lightly tapped his baton on the outside of my cell.
"Rise and shine, princess!" He chuckled kindly. I sighed as I sat up. I ran my hand through my messy red locks as I yawned. What a dickhead.
"Come on Gerard, before I get yelled at for not yelling at you," Ray whined. I fought back a small smirk as I slinked to the outside of my cell.
"So," Ray grinned, "you gonna talk to me today?" I shook my head and shrugged.
"Figured," the guard sighed.
"Toro! Stop talking to your boyfriend and get your ass over here!" Ray's face flushed slightly. He waved goodbye, tripped, and sprinted away. I cringed and started to walk towards the courtyard.