Wolf walking the Mile
Jasmine smiled at John. She had become great friends with the simple minded black fella. When she first came to Cold Mountain, Paul had told her bout the rules, talking to the inmates instead of yelling, to help make them be more comfortable and giving them less of a chance for them to snap. She had to admit it seemed odd to her but she didn't complain. She loved just talking to the inmates for hours on end, which was mostly bout her family and life when it came to John, since he didn't know much bout his past.
"So you lived on your own?" asked John in his low southern like voice.
"Yeah, but I've took in stray dogs once and a while. I remember one, he was a nice o'l shepherd dog. He had a terrible limp because he got hit by a truck when his was pup though, but still he was a sure good dog. He traveled with me a little. But then we stayed at this nice old couple's house and as payment I let them keep him, to protect their farm." Jasmine said smiling remembering all the good memories. John smiled as well; his eyes glowed with wonder and laughter. Jasmine was sitting cross legged in front of John's cell, while John was sitting on the edge of his bed.
She yawned. Jasmine was exhausted today, she had been forced to help asshole Percy put things back in the restraint room, after he took everything out to kill the same mouse Paul, Brutal, and Dean tried to get the day before.
Soon Paul's shift would be over, and then they could go home. Jasmine yawned again; sleep sounded really good, but usually sleep meant terrible nightmares for Jasmine. She felt extremely bad for Janice. Either she was woken up in the middle of the night by Paul in pain cause of his infection or Jasmine having one of her nightmares. Jasmine sighed, she knew she would have to find somewhere else to stay soon.
She looked up at John, who she found staring at her with an expression she couldn't describe. "You are troubled" he stated. She was that and tried. The lack of sleep was starting to catch up with her.
"Ill be fine John. I promise" she smiled, but she knew he saw through it. "You know you don't look so good yourself big guy. Having you been getting sleep?" He only shook his massive head. Jasmine was about to speak when she heard her name being called, it was Paul, his shift was finally up. She said good night to John, as well as Del and Bitterbuck. She walked up to the desk, where Paul was waiting patiently and Brutus was doing paper work. She smiled and walking behind Brutal, slowly wrapping her arms around his strong shoulders.
"Night Brutus, see ya tomorrow" she whispered in his ear, lightly kissing his cheek. She smirked as she left him stunned.
Tomorrow. It was all she could think of, Bitterbuck's coming execution. Today his family came to see him, Jasmine nearly cried when everyone hurried to rehearse. Brutal had seen Jasmine's face when before they started rehearsing. It was clear she was hurt. He knew both Arlen and Jasmine had gotten close, like a niece and uncle.
Jasmine sighed, she didn't want any part in the rehearsal or the actually execution at that, so she hid in the back room where they kept their supplies. Jasmine gave another long sigh before plobbing herself down on a few bags. It was comfortable enough to Jasmine, that in a matter of minutes she fall asleep.