Piper POV

"Get up blondie, you've been sleeping nearly the whole day again," one of the three random people in my room shook me wide awake.

Huh, where was I? I could only vaguely remember the details of yesterday or even the day before that.

"Ouch," I muttered. I swear I had introduced my name when I got here.

"What happened, someone broke ya neck? Oh there's been worse in here, beware." this same lady with chipped teeth, who I haven't a clue what her name was, responded.

"No, just sore. My neck and back are aching," I said as a matter of fact. "These beds..." I shook my head, we might as well be sleeping on the frame because the mattresses are so thin. I checked the time displayed on the clock; it was nearly dinner.

I searched my surroundings and saw the filthy floors, messed up beds and white walls. I almost wanted to cry after remembering where I was. Why did I surrender myself to this alternative, I will never know. NO wait, why did I do what I did to even land me in this shithole? Ugh. If only I could go back and change my decisions... if only I hadn't let my heart lead my actions into smuggling drugs with, my at the time, lover. She was irrisitable. But now my suffering is all because of her, I can smell it, even though my lawyer never had the time to tell me all the details.


This is my third day of prison at Etherbloom Federal Prison, all women.

The first day admitted was terrible. I couldn't stop crying after departing from my best friend and business partner Polly, and my now boyfriend Larry. I love him so much even though its only been six months with him. I'm going to miss him. 15 months seems too long in comparison.

The second day was not much different. Everyone I saw were so freaky, and I haven't spoken to many people here. They all kept to their own cliques and give me dirty looks when I ask to sit at the same table. Through various rumors, this was the worst facility of them all, with the death toll the highest. I almost wanted to request an exchange, there must be a better facility around with nicer inmates. Nicer? Who was I kidding we were all convicts and felons, for now I had to live with this.

Suddenly my stomach grumbled, initiating me to get up and go to the cafeteria to see what ohhh soo great things were on the menu for dinner. As if i had any say.

I walked into the cafeteria and almost stepped into a pile of vomit that looked hours old, splattered all over the floor. Doesn't anybody clean around here? I shuddered, my appetite decreasing. I walked to the back of the line behind the many girls in orange and grey suits. It seemed liked a forever endless line. Eventually I got to the server, who looked like she hasnt slept or had a bath in days. I got handed my tray. As I was turning around to go find a seat I harshly bumped into a short plump brunette haired girl who was twice my size.

"Oh, i'm sorry," I apologized quickly.

"Move it blondie. I don't like people getting in my way and you're very lucky none of your food got on me," she told me.

I stepped aside hastily. What is it with people calling me blondie. Do they have something against blonde people here? I hope not and see what I mean by scary. This girl I did not want to bump into ever again.

I decided to take a seat at an empty table to avoid any interactions. I took a bite of my overly cooked bacon and bread slice before I saw my roommate sway her way towards me and take a seat next to me. Just great.

"How's the food?" she asked.

"Could be better," I told her.

"At least its something, sometimes they give us nothing," she told me. Slowly I was learning the ways of this facility. Everything so far was negative.

" Man this place sucks. I shouldn't be here," I said aloud but mostly to myself.

"Well blondie, you must have done something pretty bad otherwise you wouldn't be in here. Don't worry it'll get easier... after the first few weeks. Most of the newbies get scared and end up leaving before the first week, you'd be lucky to last that long. Personally I don't bother learning peoples names for that very reason," she told me with a wink.

I couldn't believe my ears. The only person that even wants to talk to me right now was scaring the shit out of me.


We sat in silence the rest of the time before a pair of fists, wrists wrapped with a bunch of elastic bands, slammed on the table next to my tray and a voice started talking.

"Hey you, look at me, you're the new girl right, I just want to get one thing straight with you- we are the top here, so don't even try to get above us or we'll beat you back down, literally," this strange girl spoke with a commanding voice.

I looked up at the person talking, and she looked the exact opposite to the girl that I bumped into earlier... who happened to be standing next to her right now too. They must both know each other.

"...I, I understand. But why do you wear all those elastic bands for?" I just had to ask.

"Are you questioning me? They're so that I can fling them at the people bothering me. So be a good little girl or else," she left with her voice trailing behind her.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Oh that's Maria, she's been in here forever, and she's been the longest in the can- always going in and out of there. I heard she has another 35 years in prison and that she was the cause of a few of the deaths here. Anyway, she likes to put people in their place. I woundn't get in her bad books if i were you or you may end up like one of those unfortunate souls. Her elastic flinging is just the beginning," the lady warned.


That was all I could take, i thought to myself. I was already quickly hated by certain individuals. I decided I wanted to be moved 'cause anywhere was better than here. I was utterly beyond shocked. This wasnt a prison this was a hierarchy, a pig sty, everything was soo unsanitary, it was everything I did not expect. I have been threatened not once, but twice and i've only been here for less than 50 hours.

"I've got to go," I walked away from the table and the woman for what could possibly be the last time and went to the corrections officer policing the cafeteria near the doors and asked about speaking to the boss.

The officer patched in one of his co-workers to take me there.


"Chapman, how can I help you?" Mr. Volkin asked me upon arrival.

" I want to be moved sir," I stated directly.

"Moved, are you sure? You haven't been here very long. You do realize that you can only be moved once during your whole sentence, right?" He reminded me.

"I am aware of that, i cannot handle being here, i've been threatened twice already. I think I will fair better elsewhere," I confessed.

" Is that so. It's an occuring thing here. Not many last long. I'll write you up a removal," he said while pulling out my files.

"Will the people on my visitors list be contacted about this?" I inquired.

" Everyone that needs to be aware of this will be made aware. We can have you moved out tomorrow morning." He told me.

" Thank you. Where will I be moved to?" I wanted to know. I was so happy to be moving, but I was sort of mad that I added to the statistics of those that left early. Oh well.

Mr. Volkin pulled out a stamp and said, "You will officially be moved to Litchfield Federal Prison," and with that brought his hand down sealing my documents.

A/N- Here's the second chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Will be uploading the third one soon. Leave reviews.