Forever Prison: Chapter 2: First Day
The gate beeped, signaling an entrance. The entire hall was silent.
"Welcome to the California State Prison, Miss Rosenburg. My name is Kennedy. That's the mess hall," Kennedy pointed to an entrance on the left. "And that's all you need to know besides where your cell is." Kennedy continued to walk, as Willow trailed closely behind. "And here, is the green mile," she chuckled. "Here is your cell." Kennedy lead Willow into the cell. Willow put her belongings on the bed, disregarding her shy roommate, who huddled in the corner of her bed. "And uh, if there's anything that you need," Kennedy whispered into Willow's ear and reached her hand around Willow's back, and slid down to her behind, "anything at all" she squeezed "my office is just by the mess hall, you ask the guards, they'll point you in the right direction. And uh, I have a comfy mattress in there, so just come and see me." Kennedy reached farther between Willow legs. Willow felt humiliated and angry. What a slimly b***h she thought.
"Yes ma'am" she said between clenched teeth. Kennedy grinned and left Willow in her cell. Willow climbed into her bed, laid back and sighed.
"She does that to all the pretty girls," said the blonde girl that sat on the bottom bunk.
"What do you mean?" asked Willow, sticking her head over her bunk.
"Miss Kennedy is a lesbian. She hits on the prisoners she thinks is pretty." Willow gulped. "She thinks I'm pretty? What a –"
"Shhh! Don't say anything about her, or you won't get to eat!"
"Wow, is there anything else I should know?"
"I – I – I'm not exactly sure. I'll stop you if you do something you might regret."
"Thanks I guess." Replied a confused Willow. "What's your name?" she asked the blonde.
"T-Tara. Tara McClay"
"Willow Rosenburg," Willow said, holding out her hand. Tara ignored it and continued to stare Willow in the eye. "Right then, Tara, how long have you been here?"
"About 2 years. They say I killed and tortured my mother when I was 17."
"They say?"
"I-I didn't do it."
"You're innocent?" Tara didn't answer. "What do we do now?"
"Wait for lunch."
"Well this should be riveting." Willow sat up, crossed legged and began meditating. After a few moments, Tara asked, "what are you doing?" Willow let out a deep breath.
"Meditating," she replied.
"Why?"
"Because I need more energy to take on the rest of the day. When you meditate you have to – "
"I know h - how to meditate... I'm wiccan." This struck Willow's interest, as she herself was wiccan. "Really?" she climbed down from her bunk and sat on Tara's bed.
"You seem very interested, are you a wiccan or pagan?"
"I am, or at least, I'm a witch. I think I would call myself a wiccan. I jumped more to the spells than the actual religion."
"W-what kind of spells do you do?"
"Well I do a lot for my friends. We um, we fight evil?"
"That's, that's cool" Tara said and smiled shyly.
"Yeah, one of my friends is," Willow hesitated, "have you ever heard of The Slayer?"
"I've – "there was the sound of a bell "We have to go to lunch now," said Tara.
"Will you, show me?" asked Willow.
"Y-yeah." Willow and Tara walked out of their cell, into the mess hall. They lined up for their lunch. Ham on bread, with carrot sticks and water. Tara sat down and munched on her carrots. Willow sat down beside her and stared at her meal.
"Why the hell are you staring at your food?" asked a large brunette across the table. Willow picked up her sandwich and took a bite. The fatty, bland meat rolled around in her mouth until she swallowed and looked up at the brunette. Tara looked up too. The brunette spat in Willow's water, before she got a chance to drink any. Tara looked at the brunette, who she knew was named Stacey, but everyone knew her as Blade because she always had a home-made knife.
"What're you staring at?" she gave Tara a dirty look, but not before she grabbed her sandwich and claimed it as her own. Tara stared back down at her meal. Willow looked back and forth between the brunette and Tara.
"Tara –"Willow whispered. "Aren't you gonna –"
"Is she gonna what? That little mouse has been going without a sandwich for what is it now little mouse? About two years now?"
"Give it back to her." Willow said firmly. Someone has to stand up for Tara.
"What was the red?"
"Give it back to her." Stacey burst out laughing. Everyone turned to stare in silence. Between laughs, she choked out:
"You, want me, to give her the sandwich?" Willow could see the guards coming closer towards their table.
"Please," Willow added.
"Why would I do that?" Blade stood up, standing over Willow.
"Forget it," said Willow, head down and began to eat her sandwich again. Stacey began laughing again.
This is going to be hell. Willow thought.
The gate beeped, signaling an entrance. The entire hall was silent.
"Welcome to the California State Prison, Miss Rosenburg. My name is Kennedy. That's the mess hall," Kennedy pointed to an entrance on the left. "And that's all you need to know besides where your cell is." Kennedy continued to walk, as Willow trailed closely behind. "And here, is the green mile," she chuckled. "Here is your cell." Kennedy lead Willow into the cell. Willow put her belongings on the bed, disregarding her shy roommate, who huddled in the corner of her bed. "And uh, if there's anything that you need," Kennedy whispered into Willow's ear and reached her hand around Willow's back, and slid down to her behind, "anything at all" she squeezed "my office is just by the mess hall, you ask the guards, they'll point you in the right direction. And uh, I have a comfy mattress in there, so just come and see me." Kennedy reached farther between Willow legs. Willow felt humiliated and angry. What a slimly b***h she thought.
"Yes ma'am" she said between clenched teeth. Kennedy grinned and left Willow in her cell. Willow climbed into her bed, laid back and sighed.
"She does that to all the pretty girls," said the blonde girl that sat on the bottom bunk.
"What do you mean?" asked Willow, sticking her head over her bunk.
"Miss Kennedy is a lesbian. She hits on the prisoners she thinks is pretty." Willow gulped. "She thinks I'm pretty? What a –"
"Shhh! Don't say anything about her, or you won't get to eat!"
"Wow, is there anything else I should know?"
"I – I – I'm not exactly sure. I'll stop you if you do something you might regret."
"Thanks I guess." Replied a confused Willow. "What's your name?" she asked the blonde.
"T-Tara. Tara McClay"
"Willow Rosenburg," Willow said, holding out her hand. Tara ignored it and continued to stare Willow in the eye. "Right then, Tara, how long have you been here?"
"About 2 years. They say I killed and tortured my mother when I was 17."
"They say?"
"I-I didn't do it."
"You're innocent?" Tara didn't answer. "What do we do now?"
"Wait for lunch."
"Well this should be riveting." Willow sat up, crossed legged and began meditating. After a few moments, Tara asked, "what are you doing?" Willow let out a deep breath.
"Meditating," she replied.
"Why?"
"Because I need more energy to take on the rest of the day. When you meditate you have to – "
"I know h - how to meditate... I'm wiccan." This struck Willow's interest, as she herself was wiccan. "Really?" she climbed down from her bunk and sat on Tara's bed.
"You seem very interested, are you a wiccan or pagan?"
"I am, or at least, I'm a witch. I think I would call myself a wiccan. I jumped more to the spells than the actual religion."
"W-what kind of spells do you do?"
"Well I do a lot for my friends. We um, we fight evil?"
"That's, that's cool" Tara said and smiled shyly.
"Yeah, one of my friends is," Willow hesitated, "have you ever heard of The Slayer?"
"I've – "there was the sound of a bell "We have to go to lunch now," said Tara.
"Will you, show me?" asked Willow.
"Y-yeah." Willow and Tara walked out of their cell, into the mess hall. They lined up for their lunch. Ham on bread, with carrot sticks and water. Tara sat down and munched on her carrots. Willow sat down beside her and stared at her meal.
"Why the hell are you staring at your food?" asked a large brunette across the table. Willow picked up her sandwich and took a bite. The fatty, bland meat rolled around in her mouth until she swallowed and looked up at the brunette. Tara looked up too. The brunette spat in Willow's water, before she got a chance to drink any. Tara looked at the brunette, who she knew was named Stacey, but everyone knew her as Blade because she always had a home-made knife.
"What're you staring at?" she gave Tara a dirty look, but not before she grabbed her sandwich and claimed it as her own. Tara stared back down at her meal. Willow looked back and forth between the brunette and Tara.
"Tara –"Willow whispered. "Aren't you gonna –"
"Is she gonna what? That little mouse has been going without a sandwich for what is it now little mouse? About two years now?"
"Give it back to her." Willow said firmly. Someone has to stand up for Tara.
"What was the red?"
"Give it back to her." Stacey burst out laughing. Everyone turned to stare in silence. Between laughs, she choked out:
"You, want me, to give her the sandwich?" Willow could see the guards coming closer towards their table.
"Please," Willow added.
"Why would I do that?" Blade stood up, standing over Willow.
"Forget it," said Willow, head down and began to eat her sandwich again. Stacey began laughing again.
This is going to be hell. Willow thought.