In the prison, a woman sat in the corner of the molded walls. Her hands were crusted and brittle as she used to bite on it whenever stress come to her.
"..y... Hey!" The woman beside her who was chubbier by the shape of her body frowned while looking at her but the elder woman still on the corner of the prison, biting her thumb. The woman who saw her frowned when she saw how blood was drawn.
"What's wrong with her?" The woman asked, turning to the other person. "She appeared to be murmuring something."
"Ah her?" The woman who was asked had a darker skin tone compared to her, "I don't know much about what she did as she stayed here much longer than us but I heard she tried to kill her own mother in law ad had to serve eight years in prison."
"That long?" The other woman asked, "I thought attempted have lesser prison time."
