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Freedom Without The "Free" Part 2

I sit in my bed and think to myself, “it’s been less then an hour and im already failing at this.”

I feel my eyes begin to become wet. Then a tear falls down. It lands on my blanket, and even though it’s just a drop it now feels like I’ve just thrown the entire blanket into a pool.

There are another 15 or so people in their rooms, moving throughout their day without any lunch. It’s so unfair.

Soon one tear becomes a few tears. Then a few tears become a bunch of tears. And then a bunch of tears become full out sobbing.

“HEY LITTLE WIMP, CRYING OVER THERE! SHUT UP, NONE OF US ARE GETTING ANY LUNCH!” A harsh voice yells from the other side of the floor.

“Sorry, sorry sorry…”

“Yeah you better be! What’s you name?”

“Sammy.”

“LAST NAME DUMB-DUMB!”

“Right- Lezcarff, Sammy Lezcarff. May I ask your name?”

“I’m Burk. If you call me anything else, you’re done.“ “What, are you gonna ‘beat me up’?” “YES. YES I WILL.” I mutter to myself, “Jesus.” Then after a while I stand up and look around. All I can hear is the hum of silence. The door to our floor opens and James walks in. He heads for our room, and sits down. “Sammy…” “Don’t.” “Sammy…” “WHAT?!” I yell as loud as I can. “Never mind…” “Ohhhhhh Lezcarff has beef with Harris!” Burk stated in this very annoying way of his. “You made friends with Burk?” James asked in a judgemental way. “Not friends exactly…He more bullies me.” James laughed at this. You see, it’s hard to be mad at someone who thinks just like you do. And James may have laughed at my comment, but Burk found this to be unacceptable. In less then five seconds, Burk was at our door. “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT ME?” He yelled quite loudly in my ear. “I’m sorry…” I squealed. “Sorry isn’t good enough.” Then, WHAM! I was being thrown to the ground. Burk then intimidatingly picked me up with one finger, and started repeadietly punching me. “GET OFF OF HIM!” James screamed, alerting the officers. “Shut your mouth Harris.” As Burk said this my face felt relieved for he had stopped punching me while speaking and before he could get another punch in, officers were grabbing him by the shoulders and off to Solitary he went. My face was bleeding. And it hurt. Badly. I tried to hold back the tears and I did it successfully. But alas my face was bleeding and all the officer did was yell at me. “SIT DOWN LEZCARFF. NOW!” I did as the officer said, and the officer left. I head distant footsteps as he headed back to his office. “What is it?” Asked James. “What is what?” “What is it that got you here? What did you do?” “Arnt you not supposed to ask that question?”

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Freedom Without The "Free" Part 1

"Role call: Harris Stevens Barinski Jennings Lander Burk Jerome's Skeels Restloff Good. You can all head back to your bunks. Breakfast is in an hour." The alarm sounds and everyone has 3 minutes and 17 seconds to be back in their bunks. Of course I didn't know this. I didn't know any of it in the beginning. Then again, no one knew all of the rules of it in the beginning. I don't think that free people look up and read about the rules of prison. And it's wrong, you know? It's wrong how all of these officers pretend to hate us. It really does suck. I don't know how they do it. Some of us arnt that bad yet they still act like complete jerks. "Stop tossing and turning in your bed!" "I might be able to help you get out sooner then you're supposed to. But why would I?" "No way I'm going in THAT bathroom after you..." I mean it's sick! And sometimes they do stuff they really aren't supposed to do to us, but cover it up because it's the cops word against the prisoners. They can't tease us like that! It's illegal. And im not gonna take that bull. Not a chance. Not the smallest chance in the world's smallest box of chances. You see, they better not test me. I'll get past those bullets. They mean nothing. Nothing at all. They just wanna seem scary. Yeah, real scary they think they are. And maybe scary to some other people. But to me, no. Not at all. I was brought into prison by an officer, who kept twisting my wrists, almost bending the handcuffs. He directed me to a small room, with a man reading on a bed. Across from the man was a cold empty bed with the blankets on the floor just waiting for me to make them. "Harris! This is your new roommate, Lezcarff. Don't get into any trouble, because I can be here in an instant." The officer exclaimed loudly into my ear, and then proceeded to take the handcuffs off violently. He gave both of us this scary look, and then walked off. I just looked at this man. I was scared to talk to him. I didn't want to know if he was nice or not yet. But then he made the first move. "I'm James Harris. You can call me James but in front of officers, call me Harris. I don't wanna get in trouble." "Got it." I slithered out, my whole body shaking. "I'm Sammy Lezcarff. Do you have to call me Lezcarff?" He made a little laugh and I didn't really know what it meant. "You're funny newbie. I like you. How long are you here?" "1 year exactly. You?" "A long long time." He says, and his voice cracks. "Bad question?" "Yep..." "Sorry about that..." "It's ok, don't worry. As long as you behave around the guards I'm good. I just don't want either of us ending up into trouble." "Thanks for the advice James!" I say, sounding a bit more happy then before. He was nice. That's a good start. I looked around at the bare walls of the prison. "Not much color in here..." "Don't expect there to be. It's been the same for 39 years. Always has been, always will be." "Jesus, that's a bit harsh." "Everything's harsh in here. Get used to it." "Ok then..." I look to my side trying to avoid awkward eye contact. But I didn't know a giant panic wave, which was the lunch bell was about to come. A loud noice rings over the whole prison, and echos. James jumps up as fast as he can. "COME ON! IF WE DON'T GET TO THE CAFETERIA IN TWO MINUTES WE DONT GET LUNCH!" I jump to a start and start running down a flight of stairs with the other hundred people. As I look around I know that I don't fit in here. I know I don't. But I'm gonna have to last a year here, so good luck to me. We get down the stairs, and turn around the corner. I see the cafeteria doors closing and the people in the back-one of them being me- make a run for it. But as I got there the doors were closed and through the window I see James whisper, "I'm sorry." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Story inspired by: Orange is the new Black, Netflix Original