You know what they do to guys like us in prison

Frank walked around the cell he had manage to get from the greedy horny old men in the prison. The place reeked of blood and dead bodies. Mold grew all over the walls were there was blood stains all over. But not in Franks cell. Oh no, Frank refused to give in to all the savage behavior of everyone around him. He refused to piss out in the open, or take a shit right in front of everyone. Frank was modest, and protective of his belonging.

It was day 56, he had manage to own a water bottle, a pen, a sketch book, sheets to cover the cell bars for privacy, very little money for stamps, a padlock to lock his cell, and a backpack so when he left his objects where never stolen.

Frank was young. But highly respected around the prison. No one dared to cross him the wrong way. But of coarse Frank had to survive, leading him to make deals with other prisoners.

Frank walked out of his cell, putting the pad lock on it then walking out of his unit. The prison was more of a 'free range prison' where there were no guards in the inside,but they are around they are around the out side.

Frank made his way to the entrance of the prison, waiting for the hookers to come in. Everyday at 10am they aloud them to come in. Frank didn't have a use for them like that.

"hey Jamia," frank ran over to her; she smiled warmly.

"i will there around now if you need me," she walked alittle closer to frank playing with his hair.

"no i need you to do something-'

"somebody help me please," young boy yelled from the other side of the prison. His body was being used for tug-a-war. his hair being pulled out in chunks.

"hold on," frank runs over there grabbing the men throwing them off of the small boy. "thank you so much,' he says grabbing franks hand lifting him up. Frank stared at him and felt lost in his eyes. His hands were soft and comforting. "its um no problem," frank face felt red with blush all over.

Frank walked over to Jamia, "send this out for me please,".

"why," she asked.

Frank looked down at his feet, "its for my daughters,".

"oh. . .Fine," he sighs in relief, "but you have to draw me a unicorn, i have a daughter too,".

Frank frowned abit, "ok," he handed her the letter walking back to his cell.

He locked the cell punching the wall "i cant draw,' he mumbled.

"fuck please no help," a familiar voice screamed.

Frank ran out the cell, he found the boy on the ground with an old man on top of him.

"get the fuck off of him," frank yelled grabbing him by the head helping the boy up.

''i'm gerard by the way," frank felt his touch.

"frank," he walked away.

"can i stay with by any chance," Gerard yelled.

"Well can you draw," frank asked.

Notes

i had this idea, sorry if it sucks i may just delete this