lacuna

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        This is an amazing way to spend my birthday. Locked up. Again. What the fuck was I doing here? I didn't kill Rose, I thought of her as my friend in the short period of time I knew her.

Immediately I started thinking that someone had framed me. Then I thought Olivia and Hazel because they've already come out as Scar haters so. But I don't think they would do something so bad as throw me in jail again. Well, jail now, of course I was turning 18 the day that I had to get framed. Now I'm with all the old people.

I was in a small cell, with only a bunk bed and a bucket. I'm pretty sure I had a roommate with the top bunk all rumpled. I think I rocked the jumpsuit however, me and orange are tight.

"Holy fuck." I murmured aloud as I thought of Emma, and how I was taken from her again. God, I missed her so much.

I wanted to see her, but I didn't want Jaxon bringing her here, I don't want her to see me in jail.

Suddenly I heard footsteps. Coming closer to my cell. I heard some officer telling the other person to calm down, the door to my cell opened, and a woman came in. She looked about late twenties, buzz cut on both sides of her face and long hair in the middle, tattooed everywhere and stocky.

She glared at me, then raked her eyes up and down my body. Oh dear Lord.

The officer closed the door, then she spoke. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice deep and gruff.

"Scar, you?"

"People call me Snake."

I snorted. "Ah, let me guess, because you're two-faced and lethal."

She grinned at me, but not a nice grin. "I like you."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure you do."

"Top or bottom?" She asked, smirking.

I raised my eyebrows at her double meaning. "I'll have bottom bunk."

She really had the audacity to look disappointed. "Well shit. I got a hot roommate but she's straight."

"And a boyfriend." I said cheekily, might as well.

She groaned. "We have free time in twenty minutes. Get ready to meet some friends."

***

It was our outside time. My plan before was to just keep to myself, and try to figure out who the hell hates me so much to put me in here. That proved more complicated because I easily get on people's nerves.

I was currently hanging out by myself in the middle of the small clearing they had put all 50 something of us in. Snake had kept telling me to come with her friends, and I quickly realized she was probably the 'boss' around here. Her and her friends looked like the mean girl cliche from school, except that all had funky tattoos and were all as stocky as some bodybuilders. They were in the weight-lifting part of the clearing, naturally.

        I should probably work out. Ha.

        I looked around again. There were lots of woman here who looked like they don't want to be here, but others, like Snake, looked like they took it all in stride.

         I noticed one girl who was hunched over on the pavement, she looked like a little kid. Though she had to be older than me. I couldn't see her face since she had stuffed it in between her knees, but her hair was a messy brown. I decided to talk to her.

"Who are you?" I asked once I got to her.

She didn't look up.

"Name's Scar. 18." I said, hoping to get her to talk by talking about me.

She looked up.

She was pretty. She had dark, dark eyes. Really pale skin and the brown hair I had noticed first. Her eyes looked like an abyss in contrast to her skin. She was really small, and even though i'm 5'5, I could easily see she would barely reach my chin.

"Selena." She said softly.

"You seem really nice, why are you in here?" Never judge a book by its cover. She was probably a serial killer for all I know.

"I killed someone."

Ok then.

"Who?"

She suddenly smiled a slow, wide smile. Her eyes never left mine. Ok, so she was kind of scary.

"My family."

Well shit.

She suddenly laughed. "My little brother, he was four, I grabbed a butcher knife and off with his head!"

I edged away from her. No wonder she was alone. Bitch was insane.

"Why are you not in a psych ward?"

Her smile was wiped from her face and she narrowed her black eyes at me. "I'm not insane. IM NOT A WEIRDO!"

So this was my time to leave. I hurried to Snake who was watching that whole exchange in amusement. "You're the first person who's ever talked to her."

I cringed. "Could've warned me."

She stared at me then laughed. "Sweetie, there are no friends here, I don't have to warn you shit."

I turned away from her. I've forgotten.

***

Next day. I had gotten in a scuffle with Snake at night in our cell, and I was sporting a black eye and cut on my cheekbone from one of her smuggled knives. She had a split lip and bruises on her throat.

We had been separated so I was now in another cell, smaller than before.

One officer, the one who had separated us first, came out of nowhere.

"You had a visitor today. Told them to leave because you weren't allowed to leave your cell today. Told him you got in a fight. He looked scared. I told him you were practically dead. He's hot, might try to get something from him." She said, then left.

I didn't know which guy she was talking about. Maybe Jaxon because he's my brother and would want to ask me what the hell happened, but I wasn't sure.

I flopped back on the small mattress and closed my eyes.

a/n: i did this based on movies, so if you know how jail actually works or whatever don't judge 😂