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It was a bleak morning, around... 9am? The grey clouds mingled in the sky - causing the weather to abruptly switch from drought to light rain. Quite.. fascinating I guess..? As raindrops slid on the foggy window, Manon sat on the windowsill, staring into space, contemplating about life her head against the cool glass.
"Uhh Miss Manon..?" A voice snapped Manon out of her deep thoughts, she then looked at the guy in uniform with a disdain look on her face
"What?"
"Lunch was five minutes ago, get ready please."
Fucking hell.
Manon reluctantly got up and put on her orange jumpsuit as she made her way to the canteen, passing through the badminton court outside where the so called 'grannies' play a game of badminton throughout the entire discourse of recess and call it a fucking day - but you gotta give it to them though, frolicking in a miserable place like prison and while the sky is spewing on them - have to have a lot of persistence.. after all Welcome to the Mental Olympics - they're big on recreation here.. Manon finally made it to the canteen, filled to the brim of ladies old and young who may or may not have committed such heinous crimes that landed them in a mental asylum like.. prison. She finally got her lunch which was plain toast; Manon then decided to sit at her usual seat far away from these bitches and security guards that surrounded every exit there was.
"Another toast eh?"
Manon looked up, toast in hand, munching away as the lady in a doctor's uniform stood in front of her
"I like toast.." Manon muttered, not wanting to engage in the conversation as she glanced at the 'nutritionist' badge that the lady wore
"Well toast is not gonna give you any sufficient energy throughout the day, I would recommend-"
With one kick, the nutritionist lady was sent flying across the table, landing on the floor with a soft thud, breaking her tooth and nose as she spat out blood on the wooden floor
"I would recommend you to shut the fuck up!" Manon spat, angrily shouting at the nutritionist, causing a commotion as prisoners gasped at the scene quite ironic isn't it? Two men in uniform then grabbed Manon as she tried to retaliate, kicking her legs in the air as she screamed. The next thing she knew, she was thrown in solitary confinement.
"NOOOO!!" She shrieked, as tears streamed down on her face as the guard locked the door with a heavy click and the turn of the key. Fuck that bastard. "Everyone always tell me to find Jesus Christ and everything will be okay but nothing ever happens. Nobody comes back.. Nobody gets off the cross."
Manon Bannerman wasn't this.. cracked and fucking mental. In fact she was quite the opposite..
It all started when the killings happened.