Cellblock
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,849
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Cellblock
Cellblock C, Federal Prison
My first day here and all I can't think about is the overwhelming need for a cigarette. The chains don't bug me, neither does the fact that I'm going to live the rest of my life in a barred up hole in the middle of no where. No, the burning need in my nerves to have a single fucking cigarette is the only thought torturing me. Just give me a fucking cigarette or I think I might have to hurt someone.
I glance at the kid beside me. He's a black guy. He has really dark skin, not the light kind of brown but really dark. Black almost. Black was a scrawny fellow, yet, the whole way to our new prison, he'd bragged about the numerous killings he participated in and how he never got caught…well until now that is.
I laugh now. The game of cat and mouse is really too appealing sometimes.
"Yo, Black," I said it sweetly; "Do you have a cigarette for me?"
With a shake of his head, he looked back at me as if I was a lunatic. Maybe I am.
I laugh and was shushed by the guards. Now that's no fun at all.
We were led to the warden. He had some long speech about policy, punishment, and repenting, seriously I didn't really bother to listen. I was more interested in the sounds all around. Men were laughing, fighting, cursing, and crying in the background of their cells. This was going to be fun. I still wished I had a cigarette.
After the horror flick, The Interview with the Warden, we were stripped and water-hosed down. The spray alone skinned my boney ass. Damn sadists, after that I think I deserved a cigarette.
It was only when we were walking down the rows of caged men that my heart began to race. It was only when they locked me in my own little holding cell that I began to feel alive. It was only when I saw him that I knew the game had started.
"Hey, you," He glanced up, a wary expression playing on his face. "Yeah you Blondie, you have a cigarette for me right?" He laughed. It was a sweet innocent laugh. "Come on, I just got here. What would've you given for a cigarette on your first day in this hell hole." He paused.
"Yea I got a cigarette for you. I'll slide it over." And I had my fucking cigarette in an instant, and a nice surprise, a match as well.
Fuck. I took a drag. And it was about fucking time.
"Hey Blondie, you wanna get out of here with me?" A questioning look crossed his face. Oh yes, I picked the perfect one. I always do.
"Are you crazy?"
"Maybe, whadd'ya say?" He was mulling it over in his head. I could see the wheels moving and the possibilities were shifting about like a perfect concoction of gullibility.
"Well I'm here for life; I suppose I've got nothing left to lose. I'm in."
Well it's unedited, rough, and just the beginning. hope you liked it. Read and Review :) <333