[ WP ] You wake up in a maximum security prison where only the most vilest and violent are kept . You do n't know why you 're there but everyone is irrationally scared of you .

My eyes flutter open for a moment, greeted by dim light… no bright light, but from far away. It hurts, I shut them. Hands instinctively fly to my head – GODDAMN my noggin aches - what hit me!? Did I pass out? No, I didn ’ t pass out I was just over at Rachel ’ s house – wait, who ’ s Rachel? I dive into the depths of my mind. How could I think of her name and the fact I was at her place just yesterday – or was it yesterday? I can feel my heart start to race; I sit up quick, too quick and wretch. I see a floor I don ’ t recognize. I look around not understanding why I ’ m in … prison? What the hell!? 
 
 Shakily, I stand up, wobble over to the cell door and holler “ HEY! HEY SOMEONE! ” I hear an exasperated sigh and say “ Shuddup, wouldya, Harry. ” There ’ s a moment of silence before he finishes his thought. “ Everyone is afraid ovya, but you don ’ t fool me. No way. You ’ re too much of a schmuck to have done what they say you did. And this whole playing dumb bit is getting real old, man. ” 
 
 I sit back down, considering what he said. I don ’ t know what he means, though. What are they saying I did? Did I actually do it? And who ’ s Rachel? Did I hurt her? I ’ m overwhelmed with dread and confusion, I throw up again… well I ’ d call it throwing up if anything actually came up. Bile and spit land on the floor next to the one from a moment ago. 
 
 I wait, in silence, until it ’ s time to get out of my cell. I ’ m afraid of the other people in here, but most of all I ’ m afraid of myself, and afraid of the truth of the situation. I keep my eyes to the ground and walk where the other men are walking. I can ’ t help but notice they ’ ve all kept their distance of a few strides, all around me, men are crowding others so as not to be too close to me. What the HELL am I?! I ’ m thankful they ’ re keeping their distance – if they only knew how shocked and confused I was, they ’ d probably maul me to say they ’ ve done it. 
 
 I go through the food line, eyes still low. Only when I ’ m ready to sit do I look up. I can ’ t see an empty table so I just sit at the one nearest me. I still feel sick and weak and just want to rest. The other men sitting at the table, a latino with tattoos on his neck, and some scrawny blonde guy with dark circles under his eyes, pick up their trays and find a different table, all in one motion. I don ’ t look over at either of them but I can feel their eyes, among dozens of others, on me. 
 
 Should I make a show of force? To ensure they keep their distance while try to figure this out? Try to remember why I ’ m here? Am I even supposed to be here? Is this some kind of elaborate joke? And who is Rachel? 
 
 I continue to eat in peace. I ’ m ravenous once that first bite of food hits my tongue and before I realize, I ’ m eating like a barbarian. I slow for a moment to look around the room to see nearly everyone already looking at me. As I meet their gazes, they act like they ’ re suddenly very interested in something opposite direction. 
 
 They have us return to our cells. I sit for a moment, wondering what to do. I figure I ’ ll start with the guy who isn ’ t afraid of me. Maybe he ’ ll tell me more about me than I know… 
 
 “ Hey, you. Over there. ” 
 
 “ What Harry? ” 
 
 “ You said you don ’ t believe them? The people who talk about what I did. You don ’ t believe them? ” 
 
 “ That ’ s right, wise guy. I don ’ t. Not a single dirty word of it. ” 
 
 “ Well why not? ” 
 
 “ Harry, c ’ mon. I ’ m not an idiot. I ’ m not like those out there. I can ’ t see right through your act. ” 
 
 “ What are they saying though? ” 
 
 “ Well, well, well. Aren ’ t we a little masochistic? I ’ m not going to support your sick attitude. You ’ re in here for some bad shit, but this would turn even your stomach. ” 
 
 “ Wait, what? ” 
 
 “ Good talk, Harry. I ’ m taking a nap, buddy. ” 
 
 
 *edit: trying to get the spacing correct
