The Hidden: Chapter 10

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My cell was small, like any other cell. Concrete wall, with a pale grey for the color. The floor was dusty, but you could tell it has been walked on by OTHER inmates. The only light that gave the slightest glow to the cell came from what looked like a 4 inch by 2 inch window in the back wall. The sun was starting to set. I sat in the corner of the cell, away from the bunk bed. I figured the other inmates in my cell weren't going to share their beds for some kid. 

Then it hit me. I'm a kid!! Why am I in prison?! I'm just a kid!! I'm a 10 year old kid who's been pistol whipped, slapped, thrown, and I haven't done anything to deserve to go to prison. This is just rediculous! 

I sat thinking to myself, pouting for a couple mins. The thought made me mad but worried. 

I heard footsteps that sounded like a couple of guys walking down the upper level, which was where I was at. I saw a couple inmates walk past, and then one stopped at my cell and faced me. He looked bored, and really tired. He had a rough look to him to. He faced the back wall of the cell, with his eyes really low. He glanced over at me, and back over towards the wall, then shot back at me. His eyes widened then he squinted at me real hard like he didn't understand something. "Y-you're a-" he said. A buzz rang all across the prison and my cell door opened. He stepped in, hurrying to sit down and look at me. "What are you doing in here?" he asked. I didn't answer him though. I just lowered my eyes and went back to saulking. 

"Kid who are ya? What are ya doin here?" he asked. I kept my silence and didn't even flinch. I don't know what he was doing after that because I couldn't see him because my head was down, but after the entire prison got dark, I heard him say, "no one else uses this cell... You might as well get on the bottom bunk. I always sleep on the bottom but you can have it. Besides, I'm already tucked in anyways." I looked up at him, the moon light that entered our cell reflected off his eyes. "You don't want to lay on the floor believe me, it gets really cold" he said. I thought about it, and decided he was right. I needed a bed right now. Something to make me feel better. I had the worst life imaginable today, and sleeping it off would make me feel less depressed. I eased up on my feet, and walked slowly and cautiously over to the bunk. I was nervous an shy. "What's your name kid?" asked the man. I hesitated at first, but then I automatically spoke back to him, "A-Alex... Alex Faera.." "Alex eh? I once knew an Alex, before I came to this sh-" he stopped in the middle of his sentence and corrected himself. "To this dump.." he said. "Alex was a good friend of mine. Kinda looks just like you heh heh. Ahh my name's Nicholas, Alex. I'll tell you everything you need to know about this place. Just gimme the word and I'll-" I interrupted his sentence abruptly, "what did you get put in here for Mr. Nicholas sir?" there was a moment of quietness between the both of us, "I.... I was framed. Just like the other 20,000 so called 'innocents' in here. The only differene is that I am the only innocent one. I honestly don't know what I did to deserve getting put out in tr middle of no where. Haha what's funny is, my old buddy Alex said this would happen to me. Haha he said he had a gut feeling that said 'I was going to go to prison for what seems like nothing but soon I'll realize the possibilities and it'll all make sense to me.' He was a good friend, Alex he was. Always looked out for me. Couldn't keep me from this place though. I never was good with the ladies, and because of that, they always tried to get me into trouble. I never did anything wrong though, they just didn't like me I guess... Or I was not a good boyfriend." I thought about what Nicholas just said. It was an interesting story to hear. It made me feel a little better for some reason. It enlightened me and made me feel comforted. "Anyways, it's probably cuz of one of them girls that I'm in here. Heh heh, dang. Who would've thought it? Heh heh." said Nicholas. "I don't know Mr. Nicholas sir, maybe you're supposed to be in here for something else." "I don't know kid, I honestly don't. This world wasn't built for me and a woman, and quite frankly, this cell and me get along just fine. Haven't had any problems out of it yet. But once I do, I'll deal with it maybe or escape or something. What about you kid? Why YOU in here? Aren't you a bit too young to be getting into trouble?" I tried to build the words to say but I got choked up. "I-I... I don't know what I did either N-Nicholas sir." I was starting to cry, and I got really emotional. "What's wrong kid?" asked Nicholas. "It's just that, I had to leave my dad today, and I didn't even know why. I almost died today. I found a dead man and got hit by a bunch of people today" "Damn kid...." Nic was speechless. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Here lemme get down there. Everybody can use a hug." said Nic. He got down off the top bunk and say beside me. "Here" he said, "take it." He handed me a half eaten chocolate bar wrapped in a crispy paper that was like metal. "It's yours" he said. "No body should have to go through that. Especially someone as young as you." He hugged me and I hugged him back squeezing tightly still crying. "I-I want my d-daddy Nicholas!" "Ho ho, there there now. Dry those tears up. Only tough guys get to stay here. Heh heh." He rubbed my shoulder and smiled. "It's okay, sshhh. I understand Alex. I understand. Don't worry, I'll be here for ya. You're gonna need my help to keep away from all these sick freaks in here anyways. Bastards..." "W-what?" I asked. "Nothin" he said, "we'll talk more about it tomorrow. Enjoy that chocolate. It's 50% pure Arabian cacao. It's better than that Hershey crap." He laughed and got back up on his bunk. After eating the chocolate, I layed there on that bed thinking to myself, 'maybe I won't be alone after-all. Maybe I DO have a friend here' Finally... I felt loved for tr first time since I left my father... It felt good to be loved....

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