I look at every single inmate that I had the pleasure to meet.

The beauty, intelligence, honesty, integrity and more! All of this embraced these woman and indulged their minds.

I sigh as I go through in my mind all they had to say.

Some have lost their hope. Their fire. Other's hold a dangerous amount! Too much fire.

I sat in these raggedy chair once more, my butt grew sore from the hardness and my head was hurting, most likely from stress.

"How'd you get locked up?" I ask the new girl who show'd up only a couple days ago. I remember everyone who enters and exits this prison. Most of the time however, the woman come and rarely leave.

So I remember the shivering, nervous girl who waltzed into the prison. Her hands cuffed behind her back and her head hung down with the same eyes everyone had when they first came.

Of course their are rare ones who come and are very much guilty of the crimes committed BUT also had the naive belief that they could handle prison. 

That they could survive days, months, YEARS locked up in a four sided grey room with a door that locked from the other side.

They were idiots to say the least. And it cost them.

And this one was no different.

She was at most seventeen but her face was younger looking. She still had all the eyes everyone else had when they first come.

The look of disgust and utter horror as their gaze look at the rugged looking women who were covered in filth, the nasty and never clean walls and floors stretched through the entire prison ward, and the endless females scattered all around with gang tattoos glaring at you cause you're wearing blue.

It's all too much and hard to describe. The malnourished women and smell of musty grown people swarmed through your senses and left nothing but a disgusting after taste in your mouth.

Prison. It's more than just a holding center. It's an evil, sinister crap-hole. And no one will understand until they freaking experience it.

But who willingly goes here?

This girl sitting next to me apparently.

The girl shrugs at my question. She refuses to give me the slightest bit of eye contact and instead eats her over cooked meal in front of her.

I roll my eyes at this and move the plate over to me.

"HEY!" She protests but when I give her a sharp look she quiets down almost immediately. I eat a piece of brownie from her tray and she just looks up at me and stares hopelessly.

"Ask me." I say.

She looks at me confused. Her forehead gaining wrinkles from her confusion.

"What?" She asks dumbly. I just continue to eat her brownie as she stares at me hungrily.

"Ask me why I took your tray." I say less vaguely this time.

She blinks at me with a look that said 'She's insane' plastered on her face. I just eat her food some more.

"Uh, why'd you take my food?" She asks.

"Ha, hmm I took it because you ignored my question. Quite rudely I may add." I respond matter-of-factly.

She doesn't say anything as she looks at me. Her eyes looking at everything else instead.