You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

“Ear-o! Way! Way..?” A shrill tongue shot me awake as I sat up, panting. Another night terror had swallowed me in my sleep, and no matter how rude the awakening- I was grateful for it.

Both brothers look like they’d been up for hours. What time was it? A quick glance at the clock revealed it was past 10 a.m. Usually they woke us all up at eight. My stomach yelled in protest of being empty for more than 12 hours. Had I missed breakfast?

I noticed a short, fat black woman fumbled with her keys, eyeing both of them in confusion.

“No relation.” Gerard muttered as she finally stuck a small, silver key in our lock, opening the cell gate with a harsh *click*.

“Whatever.” She said halfheartedly. Gerard rolled his eyes and looked up at me.

“Well Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” I mumbled some incoherent response that even I couldn’t make out back at him.

“Hey, I ain’t got all day! Get your asses up, inmates.” Gerard held his arm out, allowing me to use it as leverage as I hopped out of bed.

“Why are we.. ow. Ow- fuck.” I pulled a muscle in my jaw as my mouth decided to force out a yawn bigger than Greenland in the middle of my sentence. I fiddled with my jaw trying to make the slight pull go away. Mikey let out a soft chuckle.

“Where are we going?” I tried again, before I answered my own question. Psych.

“Random mandatory psych evaluation. Let’s go!” She barked at me again, tapping her foot impatiently and rolling her eyes.

Hmph, Random my ass. Her arms were folded across her chest, a clipboard tightly tucked under her left underarm. Gerard left the cell first, Mikey following closely behind like a well-trained dog. I quietly trailed behind the both of them, still trying to adjust to the bright overhead ceiling lights and the high pitched whines and whistles coming from the cells adjacent to us. I ignored the lot, my eyes focused on where they were taking me, because God knows I had no fucking clue.

We turned the corner, walking into a corridor I’d yet to enter throughout my month and a half stay. It was littered with interview rooms- much like the ones at the local police stations. One-way window, two rusted chairs and a cold, metallic table that can barely hold two books on it without falling apart.

“Sit.” The lady ordered harshly. She pointed to a long bench littered with inmates. Some were cuffed to a clip in the wall above them; others were lucky to have their hands free. It was mostly the one’s that looked like they would snap your neck if you so much as walked past them that were chained. We all sat next to each other, cramped together like clowns in a car.

“Hey sweet thang’, where you from?” A husky voice whispered in my ear, attempting to nibble at my lobe. I took my heel and jammed it on top of his foot, causing him to cry out in pain. He quickly turned the other way, whimpering to the guy beside him. A twinge of guilt rushed through me, but I kept my face emotionless and didn’t say a word.

Gerard stifled a laugh in his hand and I shoved him lightly.

“That the first time its happened?” I shook my head at his question.

“God, it’s like a fucking zoo in this place.”

Gerard leaned his head back against the concrete wall and shut his eyes. “Well, what do you expect? You have the face of a male stripper, of course everyone’s gonna want a piece of you.” Excuse you?

“Well it’s not my fault my face is so flawless. You wish you were as pretty as me.” I sassed, raising my right pointer finger to my lips and biting off the non-existent nails.

“Right, I wish I had perverts on my ass twenty-four seven, masturbating in their bunks at night and moaning my name all while wishing they had the chance to ram their dick’s so far up my ass I’d be seeing stars. My life-long dream.” I laughed softly and face-palmed myself, my cheeks turning a slight shade of crimson.

“Oh, shit. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He scoffed, his excessive laughter interrupted by a harsh whisper coming from Gerard’s right.

“Will you guys just fucking stop already?!” Mikey right hand was tangled in his hair. His head was leaned back against the wall; he looked like he was going to explode in a tangled mess of emotions on the next person to say something to him. Might as well be me.

“Mik-Michael, are you okay?”

“Here we go..” Gerard sighed and sank in his seat, like he just wanted to disappear into the wall behind him.

“No, I’m not o-fucking-kay! Here we are getting our brains checked for God knows what, all the while Bob is just standing there waiting to slit our throats the first chance he gets!” He struggled to keep his voice down, earning a few stares and glares from the people next to him.

“Michael, pull yourself together or so help me I will bitch smack you into next week.” Gerard growled to his brother. He began to calm down; slightly easing back into his regular breathing patterns, his facing fading back to his normal pale colors.

“Wait, what do you mean?” My curiosity piqued.

Gerard groaned, uninterested. “Mikey told Bob that he wasn’t going to hang out with him anymore, like a big boy. And Bob threw out some swear words and basic death threats cuz’ he can’t get in Mikey’s pants anymore. End of story.”

“End of sto- Bob’s killed a guy already. Shouldn’t we be slightly worried? I mean what, you think you can watch over the both of us every hour of the day?”

“That’s what I said!” Mikey added, a bit more calmly but still clearly stressed.

“It’s not that big of a-“

“The hell it is!”

“Fine! Fine, holy shit you guys are such pussies. Here.” Gerard pulled out a black marker from his front pocket. He popped the cap off and stared at me.

“Lean your head away from me.”

“What? Why-“

“Do you want help or not? Jesus fuck. Now lean!” He said, clearly irritated and annoyed.

I twitched slightly as the cool ink glided against my skin. It actually felt nice- a bit relaxing, even. I’ll have to remember that.

He made a few lines and a few curves, I think. I couldn’t make out exactly what he was writing on the crook of my neck- it’s not like I had a mirror to see his masterpiece.

“There, happy? Now, if anyone ever gives you trouble- just show ‘em that. It’ll either save your ass or get you an even worse beating, depending on the situation.” My eyes widened in shock. Even worse beating?!

“Looks weird.” Mikey muttered. Wait, Mikey.

“What about Michael?”

“Can’t.” He stated blatantly.

“Why not?”

“It’d be weird.”

“But-“

“Guess Ima have to watch him twenty-four seven, yea?”

“Gerard-“

“Way, Michael! Ear-o!” A shrill voice broke the start of my rant. The black lady guard from before beckoned him with her left hand, staring at her clipboard.

I stood up slowly, looking back at Mikey who’d done the same. We both took a few steps towards her. I turned back and looked at Gerard, my attention caught when he cleared his voice.

“Remember what I said.” He nodded his head for me to continue going. Mikey was a few steps in front of me, but I quickly caught up to him as soon enough we both stood in front of the guard.

“Way; room A. Ear-o; room D.”

“It’s eye-ear-o.” I muttered.

“Do I look like I give a fuck? Now go.” She pointed across the hall to a metal door marked ‘A’. She then shooed me down the corridor. I walked until I spotted a door marked ‘D’ on my left. I took a few deep breaths, calming my nerves, and turned the cold, silver handle.

Notes

So yeah, more updates yaay~
This is kind of part one of a two-part chapter, I guess. Possibly.
Soooo I just realized that 90% of my friends are seniors and just graduated and I'm pretty much going to be alone next year. Oh well, more time to update :D
I think I've said this before, but Three Cheers for Having No Life.

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