ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ
As my group therapy privileges had been revoked, I had to think of other ways to spread the word of the upcoming riot and have patients join the cause.
Depending on their state of psyche, patients usually were allowed in the showers two at a time. Guards stood within a distance so they could hear if anyone was being shanked. Cameras were mounted in the center of the room, a frayed white curtain hung from a rusted metal rod providing privacy.
Despite hating interacting with people, I decided to go over to the unknown female who shared the space with me. Her eyes were closed as she was rinsing her hair. I hated it even more so that I had to touch her to gain her attention.
She started, snapped her head towards me. "What?"
My jaw set. Forcibly I said, "In one week there will be a riot. You should participate."
Her chocolate eyes narrowed. She poorly mocked a southern drawl and asked, "Are you lying to me?"
"No. Tell others. Keep it quiet from the guards."
I turned to go finish my shower. My lips were curved into a deep frown. At least I did it.