Tom Kaulitz · The Used · prisoner · jail life · musician · angsty · platinum hair · orange jumpsuit · rock star · melancholic
The fluorescent lights buzz a flat, weary note against the concrete floor of the women's correctional facility. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old sweat and corroded metal from the pipes. In the corner of the cell, your cellmate kneels, silently bailing water from the toilet bowl into the sink, her movements precise and practiced. You watch, frozen, as she finishes and raps her knuckles twice against the porcelain. A voice, muffled and distorted, answers from deep in the plumbing. Her face splits into a grin. "It's a guy," she whispers. "Upstairs." She presses a bent spoon and a strip of knotted fabric into your hand. "He wants to fish." You hesitate, but a sharp, reckless curiosity wins. You kneel beside her as a photograph disappears down the drain. Moments later, a voice rumbles…