3:51am: Prompt #6: Prison
((for 15minutefic
http://asylums.insanejournal.com/15minutefic/))
Might as well be dead, really. What life was there left for the young man, now a lifer in maximum security? As far as Max was concerned what life there once had been
was gone, and though his heart still beat, it had died the minute he heard the verdict. What was left for him now but dingy prison walls, food made with… he didn’t even want to guess, and a possible future as a victim. Not what Max had envisioned for the rest of his life. Not even close.
So much noise, yelling, the sound of clanging, and fighting, but Max heard it all the same way he saw it, as through a tunnel. He wasn’t supposed to be here dammit. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not to him, never to him. And was that a whistle he just heard? Ignored, probably had nothing to do with him anyway. But then there was a cat call, and Max became painfully aware of all the eyes on him… the lecherous eyes. Some were completely unreserved in their intentions, even rubbing themselves through their pants.
Trembling, Max somehow made it the distance to his cell, what he realized was now “home”. The trembling picked up to visible shakes as he set his bundle on the bunk. Whichever was supposed to be his own, top or bottom, he had no way to know, and fear gripped him suddenly as he became aware of the consequences of the wrong choice. It was evident he was to share this cell. A few pictures on the all of the bottom bunk made it evident the top was to be Max, and he calmed slightly, until he heard a voice behind him. A deep voice, an angry voice…
“Ain’t you the punkass used to knock me down in the playground and take my milk money?”
Shit. Max knew he should have killed that kid while they were both still the same size.
