Chapter 104

I am not going to lie, I had always wondered once or twice a year how I would look in a jail uniform. It did not cross my mind a lot, but it had a couple of times. 

There was no need to wonder again because I was now wearing one; a jail uniform. It was a jumpsuit and it had a solid gray color. I wore crocs most of the time on my feet and I kept my hair in a messy bun almost all the time. 

The food here was not bad but also not good. But I guess that was prison life.

It was way less scary than I thought. But in saying that, I was not trying to say that it was a flower garden either, I was still sh*t scared most of the time. 

Prisons were a place where criminals and bad people were held as a way to pay for their wrongs and be given the opportunity to change and become better. 

They could be violent places but homicides behind bars often happened when warning signs were ignored or people were knowingly put in dangerous situations.