Rain was coming down heavily from the grey clouded sky. I was staring at the tiny droplets running down the window of the van I was in, just thinking about what would become of me. I was on my way to prison, a place where I was going to be in for the next 30 years. And that's when I started to feel so stupid. How could I've done this to myself? Because I couldn't control myself in that moment I am forced to rot away in a prison cell. The fact that it was a place full of men who probably haven't seen a woman in years made it so much worse. I couldn't defend myself in there, i was going to be thrown to the wolves.
Deep down, I knew that my life was basically over.
The cold feeling of metal on my skin made me realize that this was real, all of it. It was all real and there was nothing that I could do to change it.
"Alright, let's get it moving Colton"
The warden stood behind his desk looking at me with a sympathetic look in his eyes. Ofcourse, he knew that what I did was a terrible crime, but at the same time he knew that being thrown into a place full of rapists and murderers was a horrible thing. He almost looked a little guilty.
"Please, take a seat" he said, gesturing to the chair that was placed on the opposite side of his desk. I looked at him, and hesitantly sat down, feeling uncomfortable with the whole situation.
"Miss Colton, I know that this situation is incredibly unusual and inconvenient, but unfortunately there is nothing I can do to change it" He smiled apologetically. I swallowed hard, becoming very nervous.
"However I will make sure that you have some sort of privileges here. You will be allowed to shower at a different time than the other inmates. I will also make sure that you'll get to join the P.I. group. This way you'll have less yard time, and you will earn some money at the same time".
I didn't know what to say for a moment, so stayed silent trying to take in all the information he just told me.
"Officer Bellick will escort you to your cell now, I wish you the best of luck" He said.
After I was handed some necessaries like toiletries, extra jumpsuits and some sheets the guard, whose name was Bellick apparently, roughly grabbed my arm and started pulling me through a hallway.
"Keep it moving, Collin" he growled in my ear, shoving me forward roughly. I almost lost my balance but luckily I managed to keep standing. We continued walking until suddenly he stopped in front of a large metal door, above it read General Population in white letters.
I could hear the sounds behind those doors. The yelling and roaring of the other inmates. And in that moment I realized.
I am one of them now.