"I'm so sorry because of me you will never have the typically happy childhood every kid deserves" It was my Mother's voice she was sobbing quietly to prevent me from hearing but, I always did hear. The next moment I hear the cell door open, "weird what's going on" I pretend to be asleep. The Guard approaches my mother, whispers in her ear then forcefully takes her out of the cells. This was the night that she just mysteriously vanished.
<"LIGHTS LIGHTS LIGHTS">
I'm gazing in my room if you can even call it that and I start getting ready for the day.
In 5 minutes I gather my everyday essentials which consist of trousers, a blouse, black boots and a tank top then proceed to change, putting everything on normally but, I decided that my blouse needed to be around my waist tied for the fact that it's uncomfortable with the intense heat and no proper air conditioning in this unit. After a couple of unbelievable minutes, a tall about a 6-foot man who looks to be of Asian and half African descent yells,
" PRISONER 268967 ROOM CHECK and BODY CHECK PROTOCOL COMMENCE"
At the sound of those words, I raised my hand in the air and said a quick
" Yes Sir" and he proceeded to inspect my body.
Every time these inspections happen I fucking swear their eye are always filled up with hunger beyond a beast in heat"
As he finishes patting me down while putting extra emphasis on certain locations he then proceeds to offer me a deal….
oh boy…..
" 268967 you've been here for almost 20 years now and you develop a body far better than the average whore in the unit" he pauses, then the worst-case starts popping up in my head.
I wasn't sure how to react, so I just kept a blank expression while listening to his poor proposal.
The more I examined him the bigger his grin started to become, but not of kindness or sympathy, but with pure lust
" So I decided to give you an opportunity if you like. He paused to think
"Maybe gain some more freedom, extra chow or maybe some contraband if you like"
" Sir the offer sound beneficial but, I would have to decline" With my remark blood start rising to his head and I even spotted a vein then he clicked his tongue
"TCH" " SO BE IT 268967 but, don't think you always gonna be this defiance towards me"
This trash of a person smiling cause I don't want anything do with whatever he has to offer
" I get by already so, stop offering me, shit sir" I shrugged my shoulders while stating the obvious.
After my quick response, he turns around swiftly without turning back then walks off to the next whore or whatever...
Looking out the cell bars where the man left as the "clunking" of steel cold bar slowly closes, I approach to see the rest of this "home" of mine.
— before I can continue, let me introduce myself…
The names Magenta's and I'm currently 19 years old about to turn 20 in a few days and for as long as I can remember I have been sentenced to a lifelong sentence for an unknown reason due to the actions of my late mother. Theodore Hawking Correctional Facility is where my sentence is being held where correctional is quite ironic because, all I have witnessed are gang wars, murder, assault, and various forms of brutality that couldn't even be considered close to us being corrected but we all have regret for whatever crime every individual committed to getting stranded In this shithole, beside myself…..
Despite all that, you start to become insensitive to all of it even where such horrendous actions would be seen as inhuman, would just be the norm over here.
" YALL PILE OF HUMAN TRASH ITS CHOW TIME"
As soon as you start to get comfortable there is always something happening causing some mayhem and you don't even get a second to think.
"Clang " Clang" the cell bar begins to open up again and I begin to walk out of my cell. The scorching heat was the first thing that hit me "it's so freaking hot can't someone install some AC over here already".
I begin to look around my surroundings to the same old scenery I've been seeing my whole life every day... The facility is known to be one of the better ones compared to others but, better is an extreme understatement when it is just slightly golden shit.
A tap on my shoulder startled me then a familiar voice that sounded raspy from years of cigarette use spoken.
"YO! Magenta's I heard the commotion with the guard they always try something with us, inmates, even with guys" he brushes his ragged hair that looked a bit dirty
" I rather forgot about it already but, Sebastian, did you try to fight the guard again? " I couldn't help but smirk as he explained what happened
" Man every time they commence protocol I either lose a tooth or get left with bruises all over me but, at least today I kicked HIM REAL GOOD IN THE CROUCH ! " he sound ultra proud even puffing out his chest
This dumbass...
I stared at his face with a missing front tooth and bruises all over his visible body. I could only imagine the one I can't see to be worse. They looked fresh to the skin but he still smiled an innocent smile like a boy despite that.
" Let's go get in line before they run out"
" Yeah" *rumbles *rumbles
Sebastian starts walking towards the chow hall and he begins ranting on various very questionable deeds he has done in the past but I start getting into a deep state of thought.
I have been here since birth but I never truly know for what reason besides, it's my mother that placed me in this predicament, even so, I need to figure it out eventually
"EARTH TO MAGENTA" he screamed in my ear
" shit I did it again didn't I?" I answered blushing.
" Your Mother Right?"
"Hmhm" I mumbled
If anyone could tell what I'm usually thinking it's been Sebastian ever since that day we met 5 years ago, we've been surviving together every day but, that's a story for another day.
We approached the line filled with all types of inmates with backgrounds that no one dared to question, which was an unspoken rule, don't mention the past…
We sat down at a secluded table away from the rest, the tables were painfully unclean to the point why they even hired a janitor at this point. Looking at my meal it looks to be the usually overly starchy processed slob with an utterly small piece of meat just to hit the FDA standard for a prisoner nutritional diet.
Sebastian dug into the meal with pure gluttony without regard for what the
"food" even was.
" How the hell do you even swallow this crap!" I said with utter disgust
" you ever eat rodents or cockroaches with some salt and pepper just so won't starve" he replied with a stern look
" carry on, enjoy your "meal" vomit crept up my throat a little
I don't even want to ask why he had to eat rodents, he always seems to amaze me even now, huh.
The greatest part of the day is about to begin, the courtyard where there is fresh air with scenery that makes you forget that we're trapped in the endless system. We all get up and start heading to the "West Gate" which is about 500 meters away. The Gatekeeper is the guard that operates the whole mechanism and guesses who that is,
the same motherfucker who tried some shit, this morning.
Sebastian smiles at me to calm me down then, the gate begins to fly open with machinery so loud that it resonates in your eardrum making them bleed a little.
Off to the "outside" world, I guess...