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Dressed in a light blue prisoner uniform one of the COs of the prison leads me through cell block. I carry a green Tupperware container full of sheets a pillow and pillow case in my arms as we walk past cells filled with male inmates of different races that have committed different crimes. I feel hundreds of eyes on my back as I stop in front of a cell. The door slides open and I look into see a skinny man with brown somewhat spiky hair, scruffy facial hair and he appears to be gay by the way he is standing. "T-Bag you go a new cellie," The CO says as he nudges me inside. I step inside and the cell door slides behind me. I slide the container under the bottom bunk and begin to make the unmade bottom bunk in silence. I stop when I feel the mans eyes fallowing my bodys' every curve. I sit on the bunk and stare at the gray concrete wall. T-Bag takes a seat beside me on the bed and wraps his arm around my shoulders "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asks in a strong Alabaman accent.
"Don't touch me," I scowl and I shake his arm of me.
"I'm just trying to be friendly," He smiles revelling his yellow teeth. "What you in for? Being to pretty?"
"I killed people,"
"Is that so?" He asks interested. "How many years we talking? Fifteen? Twenty?"
"Life," I say as I hunch over letting my hair fall over my face.
"Then we'll be spending lots of time together. We gonna spend the rest of our lives together in this cell. It's gonna be like being married. We'll have our little fights but we'll also have tough days when we need each others backs. And when we get in fights we'll make it up to each other in many ways," He says as he runs his hand down my back.
"What part of don't touch me don't you fucking understand!" I raise my voice as I jump up from the bed.
"See this is what I'm talking 'bout. Our first little fight. But tonight you'll make it up to me 'cause that's just how good of a wifie you are," He grins as a buzzer sounds. "Time to head out to the yard," He says then leads me out.
I step into the yard and look around at all of my fellow jail birds. I here T-Bag clear his throat at I look to see that he is holding out is out turned pocket. "You take this and you will be perfected from anyone that tries to mess with you," He says coolly as a group of black inmates walk in our direction. I quickly grab his pocket out of fear. He gives of a crooked smile as he leads us off to the bleachers. I take a seat at it's highest point and look around the yard. Berendo's got the hoops. Artenio's got the bleachers. Woods got the weight pile and the CEO's got the rest. I observe. I look over at two inmates one Porte Rican and the other Caucasian. Both of whom are looking at me, well more like staring - studying me. Wondering why, I study the Caucasian man back. His hair-next to none, his eyes an intriguing hazel but leaning on the blue side, his body build average. Not buff but no weak either. Not really looking the type to be here - but neither am I. I go to look away but one last detail catches my eye. His arms are cover in tattoos. I try to focus in one point of his tattoo but then notice he is walking towards T-Bag and the rest of his 'Family'. T-Bag stands up as the man and his Porte Rican buddy approaches. "How many times do I have to tell you? You aren't welcome over here Scofield," T-Bag scowls and the Caucasian man - Scofield stays silent. "What do you want?" T-Bag asks growing impatient.
"I want her," He says coolly while pointing at me. My eyes widen and my heart begins to race. Scofield must be one of those raped ten girl scouts then murdered them all kind of guys. All I knew that I wasn't going to be damn next.
"No," I say stiffly.
"You herd - what's yer name wifie?" T-Bag asks.
"Mona Clark - and I'm not yer wifie,"
"You herd Mona - she want's nothing to do with you Pretty," T-Bag scowls. Scofield goes to walk away but turns around holding out a paper crane. "What's this?"
"In case she changes her mind," He says and places it on one of the bleachers benches. T-Bag and the rest of his 'family' laugh as Scofield walks away. I quickly snatch up the bird when they aren't looking. I slip it my pocket as we head in for dinner. I stand in line getting my so called dinner - more like mush. I reach the end of the line and turn to face the rest of the room. Cons of different shapes, sizes, ages, and races call me over to sit with them. Not really trusting any of them I go sit with my cellmate. I sit in silence not hungry after finding hair in my food. I slid it off the table and into the trash can. I look around the mess hall and notice the man from earlier - Scofield still looking at me. I look down at my pocket and lunch ends. We are led back to our cells and I sit on my bunk, my back to the wall.
"Lights out!" A COs' voice fills the block and it suddenly gets dark. I lie on my back under my thin sheet of a blanket and shut my eyes tight hoping that this has all been a dream - a nightmare. There is a sudden drop of fabric and I open my eyes to see T-Bags face close to mine and a sheet has draped it self over the cell door. "Time to make it up to each other,"