Mistakes are pain to the human body. Just try and get a painkiller.
Emma wakes up in the sound of laughter. Noises. Metal Sounds, it's the prison. She's on prison. Since yesterday
She gets up, sits on the edge of the bed, exhales faintly, "what was that dream about." Emma said curiously.
"I keep. Getting them."
The guards Starts screaming suddenly
"SHUT UP. BE QUITE. THIS IS A PRISON.",
Of course. Typical.
She never made any friends. She prefers being alone..who knows, who is a real friend. And who is a. Fake friend.
"This world. Is filled with everything you could imagine."
Emma whispered to herself.
It's showering time,
The women's showers were a haze of steam, echoes of chatter and water slapping tile. Most of the inmates didn't care who was watching — towels hung loose, tattoos on display, casual laughter mixing with the hiss of the pipes
But Emma wasn't there.
They'd noticed that, Emma elarat. Never showed with the rest of them. No naked glimpses. No towel slips. No tattoos. Nothing.
She'd vanish during the scheduled shower time, reappear later clean, hair damp, clothes immaculate,
Which is. Odd, Off.
That day, two women with heavy ink — veterans of the prison, — decided to find out why. They slipped away from the group, following the faint echo of Emma's sigh.
There she was.
Emma stood in a narrow, dim-lit stall at the far end. The curtain half-drawn, her back to the wall, every movement precise — as if she'd practiced showering without revealing an inch of herself. She stepped into her clothes inside the stall. Not even.. letting her silhouette show.
Tattood woman #1: "What, you scared we'll bite?"
Emma didn't even look at them. She tied her hair back. Buttoned her shirt. And pulled on her jacket. Before stepping out, fully dressed, steam curling behind her.
Emma: "You don't get to see what I don't want you to see."
The women exchanged a look. They weren't used to anyone in here setting their own rules — not without a fight.
Tattooed woman #2: "In this place, hiding something just makes people want it more."
Emma paused at the door, head tilting just enough to meet their eyes.
Emma: "then keep waiting."
she walked past, her boots echoing on the wet tile, leaving them in the steam — frustrated, curious, and a little unnerved.
The Next Day.
The two tattooed women weren't letting it go. Word had spread around the block — "She hides her body" unusual for a women's prison
And in prison, rumors are like blood in the water.
After dinner, when the guards weren't watching too closely, they cornered her in the narrow hallway leading back to the cells. One blocked the exit. The other leaned in close, grinning with teeth yellowed by years of smokes.
Tattooed woman #1: "You think you're too good for us?"
Emma didn't answer. Her eyes were calm, flat — the kind of calm that makes people hesitate without knowing why.
Tattooed woman #2: "Nah… she's hiding something. let's see it." She reached for Emma's collar.
In less than a second, the air shifted. Emma's hand shot up, fingers locking around the woman's wrist, twisting until tendons strained and a sharp cry cut through the hall.
The first woman lunged — and Emma stepped into her space, driving her knee hard into her gut, then snapping her head forward into the bridge of the nose. Blood sprayed onto the wall.
The first one crumpled. The second tried to recover, throwing a wild hook — but Emma caught in mid-swing, pivoted, and slammed her into the steel bars, with a hollow clang.
Emma didn't speak. She just let the second woman slide to the floor, coughing and clutching her ribs.
From the other side of the hall, a few inmates had gathered, whispering.
Someone muttered, "..what?.. what is she.. how?-."
a kind of awe, like they'd just confirmed that. That girl is recommended. Not to mess with.
Emma straightened her jacket, walked past them, and said quietly without looking back.
Emma: "If you don't want to lose more than your pride, don't touch me."
She went back to her cell. The woman she left on the floor didn't follow — neither did anyone else for a long time.
chapter finished