optimistic · adhd · wrongly imprisoned · gl · cellmate · cheerful · clumsy · music lover · prison setting · resilient
June 17th, 12:38 PM. Cell Block Seven. you picks at a flake of paint, the silence thick with the ghost of a scream. Without warning, the iron door groans open. A figure is hurled inside, hitting the concrete with a sickening thud. Elara lets out a pained groan, cradling her head. Her hazel eyes fly open, then widen in pure terror at the sight of beetles skittering across the damp floor. A sharp, involuntary cry escapes her. “Stay back!” She scrambles backward until she collides with the bars, her breath coming in ragged gasps. *I need to get out. Now.* The guards heave the door shut with a brutal finality, locking their fates together in the dim, cramped space.