[ WP ] The reason she never called you back was because she was abducted by an alien civilization . She adapted , grew , and lead a rebellion to overthrow the tyrant that ruled there . Today she just texted that she wants to go out again .

It's not that difficult to obtain a cellphone here. Most people think we are locked down 24/7 and have every aspect of our lives scheduled and tightly controlled but in my experience, nothing could be further from the truth. 
 
 Eddie in 2C can get any kind of drug you want. Victor in 6B can get you any `` personal defense'' items you could possibly need; shivs, razors, even caustic chemicals if someone had really wronged you. Manny in 12D could get designer clothes and small luxury items that reminded you of home and let you escape, even for a moment, what was otherwise a living nightmare. Manny's most sought after item was a cell phone and the price was extraordinarily steep. 
 
 Fortunately I had supporters on the outside who made the necessary financial arrangements with Manny's fixer for me to obtain one of the coveted warez Manny had available. 
 
 Some of us who were fortunate enough to keep a cellphone used it to further their criminal enterprises while they were `` away from the office''. The vast majority of us just used it to stay in touch with friends and relatives on the outside and to feel more connected with the world at large. 
 
 As I sat in my bunk on what the scratches in the wall told me was day 967 my phone started buzzing from beneath my pillow and I eagerly snatched it up to read the following message: `` Hey, long time no see, sexy. Sorry for falling off the face of the earth but we have some unfinished business so I'll see you soon'', from a `` Number Unknown''. 
 
 Ramirez! Fuck! Had it been 90 days already? Time flies when the guy who makes your life hell is squired away to a windowless room for an extended period. It seemed like only yesterday the guards were pulling him off of me after another one of his unprovoked attacks. 
 
 I was done with his shit this time. I was n't backing down; I was n't going to put up with his harassment and violence any longer. 
 
 A few more messages of the same sort followed but with them originating from an `` Number Unknown'' there was no way to reply. I knew it was Ramirez though. Ramirez was relentless with his jokes about my sexuality in my prior interactions with him so the mock-flirtatious tone of the text messages told me everything I needed to know. 
 
 Days passed before I saw him again. The messages continued and just like clockwork he appeared after I received the message `` Today is the Day! I hope you're ready!''. 
 
 I came flying down the tier like a madman. My heart was beating so fast as I lunged for Ramirez that I thought it would exploded before my fist ever made contact. My heart did n't explode but my fist never made contact either and in an instant Ramirez was on top of me pummeling my face. Every blow sounded like an explosion in my head and caused the gathering crowd to take a step back and look around. 
 
 I counted 6 explosions before I saw the walls of the cell block crumble away from the result of an *actual* explosion. 
 
 I was pretty sure I was dead. What other explanation could there possibly be? She's standing right there! Right fucking there! They said I murdered her but she's RIGHT FUCKING THERE! 
 
 As my vision came into better focus and the fog started to evaporate from my head I realized I was covered in blood. My blood. I looked around and recognized my surroundings. Cell block D. San Quinton State Penitentiary: California Department of Corrections scrawled on the wall. Shocked cellmates staring at me. Ramirez slowly backing away from me and melting into the mass of gawking prisoners. 
 
 `` Well, you look a little bloodier than I remember'' she finally spoke with the same smirk that used to drive me crazy. 
 
 `` I thought you were dead... Everyone thought you were dead.. they blamed ME for your disappearance I...'' 
 
 `` I am unbelievably saddened this happened to you but it ends right now. I'll explain everything in due time but I need you to come with me right now.'' she interrupted. 
 
 My mind was absolutely reeling from everything that had just happened. I did n't know if I was alive or dead or in some sort of twisted purgatory, but at this point walking out of the prison with the ghost of my college crush seemed like a better alternative than staying with my good buddy Ramirez. 
 
 
 

