Sorry for the wait!

Here's another chapter and who knows, maybe I update in a few days(if I get free time). Also will try to upload another from Unwanted Soul but first, I'll like to finish editing the last chapter of It Just Happened but this two keep getting on the way...hahaha*coughs*

Anyway,

Enjoy!

The Diary of You

Chapter 3: Isolation

Not everyone takes grief the same way. Not wanting to talk or socialize is likely common to happen. Overwhelming emotions that can come and go after the death of a loved one. For Grimmjow it was a difficult moment. A situation where he did not have any friends or someone he could talk to about it.

The meaning of time behind those walls began to disappear. The minutes felt like hours and the hours became an eternity. Something that did not help him. His mind was wounded from a single thought that stabbed him every minute of silence.

'No need to continue living.'

Grimmjow felt as if there was no reason to live. The suffering consumed his hopes for liberty and depression was beginning to embrace his hollowed frozen heart. Ending his life might as well be a good way to stop the suffering. Another thought that invaded his mind. He bit his lower lip until a thin line of blood ran down the side of his chin.

"Coward…FUCKING COWARD!" He yelled, before hitting the wall with his fist.

Slowly, Grimmjow grabbed each side of his blue hair as if wanting to pull it off. Eyelids closing before tears began to fall. The frustration, the anxiety and the anger were beginning to mix into a pile of emotions that he could not control, or better yet, did not know how to. The sadness covering his sense of moving forward began to erase possibilities.

You're under arrest for the murder of Coyote Starrk." The teenager stood next to the unmoving body as if waiting for it to stand up. To see if it was only a joke or Starrk was just playing dead. However, after the cop cuffed him and ignored his plead, he fell on his knees. His world was shattered in pieces. His mind was lost when reality left .

After he was put in the patrol car, one of the officers in charge of him received a phone call. "Yeah, we got him." Those were the only words the cop said before getting in the car. Words that Grimmjow heard subconsciously but ignored until he learned about the truth later on. He didn't want to talk or to be talked. He was told he had the right to an attorney but denied one. He was gone from reality and wanted to stay there. There were no witnesses or any of the guys from the other school when the cops arrived an hour later. Only the dead body and the suspect holding the evidence at the crime scene. He was told all that later on by the DA but still, he did not dispute.

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It was time for his hour outside, something that he was obligated to do. Secluded from the other prisoners, Grimmjow stood against the wall next to a fence that divided population and maximum security. He felt someone approaching the other side of the fence, neither had he turned to look who it was.

"How you holding up, son?" Grimmjow felt curious about the owner of the gravelly voice but kept quiet. "I heard you haven't eaten anything since you got here. That's not good for you, son. You need to adjust at the situation without giving up that easy. I can help if you-" Grimmjow noticed that the voice came from an older man but interrupted anyway.

"And what makes you think that I need help? I don't plan on becoming someone's bitch in here."

The man started laughing but had to stop immediately because of an uncontrollable cough. Grimmjow turned his head to his left side to get a glimpse of the man, but couldn't. His attention went to the two prisoners that were walking towards the old man. Only a glimpse of the right hand indicating the two prisoners to not get closer was all he could see. A few minutes later when the old man stopped coughing he placed a cigar between lips and lighted up. After a few puffs, the old man started walking away from the wall but before leaving, he murmured something to Grimmjow. He ignored it and walked away too, as if he wasn't interested in the offer.

"I'll see you tomorrow. That is, if you survive until then."

Again, he was reminded of the place he was going to spend the rest of his life. A place where survival was an everyday game. Yes, his life became the pawn on a chess board the moment he entered prison. Strategy was the best choice, the intelligent one. However, sometimes the fists where more than enough to demonstrate that you are hard to go down. Something that Grimmjow needed to learn in order to live just to see another day and do the same shit all over, again. The teenager with blue hair locks hated routine, he could get bored very easy.

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It was Grimmjow's turn to visit the showers. A white towel wrapped up around his waist, but not enough to cover the rest of his light skin. He wasn't very muscular and there was no marks on his torso, only a tattoo of a blue-black panther on his right calf. It was something he got on his seventeenth birthday a few months back. Starrk asked him what he wanted and the teenager chose the same as his. Only thing was that Starrk's tattoo was on his left calf and it was a wolf. Both tattoos having their own meaning.

Freedom.

As he entered the showers a few inmates got out in a hurry. Grimmjow felt that something was about to happen. He walked a few more steps and stopped in the middle of the room. He tightened the towel on his waist and took a fighting position. Three men against him. They were tall. Only one was very muscular and the other two were just the average. There were no guards. The shower room became silent.

The tone of his breathing deepened while his muscles tensed. It was time for the welcoming party. His heart raced differently, everything felt different. Before, he was having fun playing with life. A challenge. Now, it felt as if fear was giving him a warning. Grimmjow easily took down two, just the big one left. It was a difficult fight but he wasn't going down that easy. Nevertheless, he was weak. Depression had him weak. Another punch went right to his jaw and another to the stomach. He was already out of breath and loosing conscious. Grimmjow made the mistake to bend over after the last hit and what came next was his loss. The side of his head hit the wall and everything went black.

"Wake up little bro!"

Grimmjow heard the voice far away. He opened his eyes just to realize it was his mind playing tricks. Nevertheless, Grimmjow knew right away he had to do something quickly since he was on the floor face down in a very dangerous position. The guy was on top of him trying to hold him down. The thought of being raped at that moment gave him enough energy to make a move. Turning his torso, he managed to hit the guy with the elbow on the temple. The attacker moved away, his vision became blurry and began to lose concentration. But before hitting the floor a sharp object became visible.

When the guards arrived, the white floor of that room became red. Grimmjow was rushed to the local hospital. He was now fighting a different fight. One between life and death.

DA= District Attorney or Prosecutor.

A/N: How was it? hope you guys liked it.

...Until next!