"Open up cell 121." A prison guard talked in a commanding voice into his radio perfectly pinned on his chest. Sliding metal ground against the metal doors of the cell. Behind it, stood an inmate dressed in a blue tracksuit with a dark blue sweater on top and white sneakers on his heels. Ethan got in, turned around, and was unlocked from the cuffs. The door closed behind him with a clanging sound in the end as the prison guard walked away. He threw himself on the lower bunker of the only bed present in the cubicle and let out a sigh of relief.
"So, how was it?" Asked a male voice on the top bunker of the bed in a chatty manner.
"Ha!" Ethan squeaked out in a sudden egging voice in a bid to avoid the incoming conversation.
"Come on tell me. Is she hairy down there or what?" The man blurted out again.
"What the hell no Derreiro," Ethan told him with a little laugh in the end.
"Come on man, don't fool me. We know that the doctor is into young fresh newbies... I don't see why she wouldn't want a fling with you." He guffawed at Ethan.
"I'm not here to cause any drama or start relationships that won't go anywhere. Plus there is nothing happening between me and the female doctor. I was just not feeling good so I had to go to the infirmary dude. I'm pretty lucky that she was still here at this time of the night."
"Maybe you're acting this way because maybe she might land you in trouble."
"Should I be acting this way? I'm already scared by what the other prisoners might do to me."
"You're still scared of this place?" He asked him calmly with a grin at the end of his speeches.
"Yes. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I'd land here as a convicted felon."
"Papi, what is wrong with you?" He soothed him in his friendly Mexican voice. "It's now been a week and some days since you got here and you tell me that you're still scared. I've been here for five years, you know. And I'll be finishing my sentence in a month. Now I'm scared. There's time for you to be scared and it's not now. You haven't even made any new friends."
"That's because I don't want to," Ethan said immediately. "The lower my profile the better."
"Lower profile?" Derreiro teased him. He hung his head below from the top bunker so that he could see the young lad below him. "Some prisoners are here because of your father. Do you think that they don't know you? Your low-key ended the moment that you raped a virgin and got sentenced for it."
Ethan laughed out softly closing his eyes. "How many times will I tell you that-"
"You did not r*pe her on purpose, bla bla bla... I get it." Derreiro cut him short in a sarcastic manner. Ethan grunted at him silently. "Look kid, everyone you see here, see we don't judge each other. In here we have murderers, thieves, kidnappers and rapists and some have done crimes far worse than yours. Do you see them complaining every day?"
"No..." he mumbled.
"Exactly papi. It's okay to feel that way man, I get you. But in here we have second life opportunities and the time given to us... we can hope to make better of it. The past is in the past. Let go of all that mumbo jumbo!" He assured him before returning to his pillow.
"You talk like that because you have a month in this hell hole. And then I'll be alone."
"Nada, papi. I'll be coming to visit you. Mexico is not that far away from here. Trust me, the sooner you accept this, life will start moving on well and faster. Make some friends, enroll in some games or screw with the doctor... it will help a lot." He laughed out.
"Again with the doctor?" Ethan chuckled at his cellmate's talk. Derreiro was just funny and stupid in a good way. "There's nothing happening between me and the doctor, Derreiro."
"We'll see about that..." he teased him, "let me know the size of her fanny once she lets you get in there. Ever since that guy Zayn Somerhalder raped her in the last prison riot and was put in solitary, I heard that you could fit a whole school bus in there."
Ethan's eyebrows arched in confusion. "What did you just say?"
"That there was a prison riot and the doctor was raped." He repeated.
"No... the name. What's the name of that guy?" He asked seeming interested as if something had caught his attention.
"Zayn Somerhalder?"
Ethan stood up on his feet so fast and faced his cellmate on the top bunker. Derreiro was caressing his black-haired head. He sat on his knees as he looked at the man below him.
"Does he have like this scar running from his left eye to the corner of his lip? And he's missing the index finger on his left hand?" Ethan asked the guy as he traced with his own finger on his face, breathing so heavily.
"Yes, yeah... that guy. That's the one!" He shrieked out grinning his teeth. "Do you know him? He's been in solitary for the past two weeks after the incident. There's no way you have already met him."
"I don't know, but I need to see him to be sure." He breathed hard as his eyes ran back to his mind as he tried to remember. He pushed his hair back. "When does he get out of solitary?"
"In a month, maybe. After I'm gone. I'm glad that I won't have to see him again." He growled.
Ethan sat back on his bed slowly as he dug his face in his hands slowly.
"Why? Is everything okay?" Derreiro asked him.
"If you two airbags don't shut your air holes in the next five minutes you'll be joining him in solitary!" A rough male voice roared outside the cell. The two took a quick glance at the officer outside and quickly tucked themselves in their beds. The officer gave out a daring gaze at the two figures hidden beneath the blankets. The two played sleeping until the man went away.
"Dude, tell me about that girl Elena. You've never talked much about her."
"That's because I don't want to... she's at peace. Let her be." Ethan replied in a low voice.
"Fine. Goodnight, papi" He whispered to Ethan after a long silence. He could tell Ethan was in no mood to talk about her.
"Goodnight bro," he answered, turned to his side and stared at the wall.
Thoughts ran in his mind. The flowing waters produced a sweetening melody as he raced on a grassy field at the end of summer. Happy laughter filled the air in his memory. The warm wind swayed past him as he stretched out his hand to feel it. Breathing in the warm air to its fullest, and breathing it out again before he grasped for it immediately. He turned to his side. On one side stood a small boy. Of age ten. The boy looked like him, as a complete replica of himself when he was young; dark brown hair and dark green eyes that could catch the attention of anyone, just like himself. And on his left side was a woman: beautiful and attractive. She was the same age as him now and was dressed in nothing but lingerie with blood, red as death itself flowing from the between of her legs trickling down her thighs. And he himself was in chains that stretched from the neck and met at his arms and feet! He heard them crying for help! For someone to come to their rescue! He immediately looked back at the two as they evaporated into dust with the wind blowing them away in a harmonic tune with his screaming voice being swallowed by the silence.