A few days later I was escorted to my new cell and I was surprised to see who my new bunkmate was…the young girl from the media room. “Hey, June.” She smiled at me as the doors locked behind me. “Hi. You’re Lucy, correct?” I asked. “Yeah, that’s right. My old cellmate was released today.” She appeared to be a little upset about it.
“Well…that’s good for me. We can be roomies now.” I grinned at her and bounced onto her bed. “Right.” She giggled and shook her head. “Are you always in this good of a mood?” She peered at me out of the corner of her eye. “It’s the pills they have me on.” I shrugged. “It’s like seeing the world through rose colored glasses. It’s taken some getting used to…but I think I like them.” I admitted. “Oh.” Lucy mumbled awkwardly. “That’s cool. I guess.”
“So what are you in for anyways?” I glanced at her curiously. She looked so innocent. “Oh…um. I don’t really want to talk about it.” She stared down at her feet. “No one believes me.” She whispered. “I might.” I encouraged her. “Do you believe in ghosts, June?” She finally met my eyes. “No. I only believe in what I can see. But why don’t you tell me what happened anyways? We’re going to be stuck together for a REALLY long time.”
“That’s true.” Lucy laughed dryly. “Long story short…I hurt someone I deeply cared for. A friend. She didn’t make it.” Her face was wrenched with guilt. I covered my open mouth. We had something in common at least. “Then I got a raw deal. I couldn’t afford a good lawyer so I ended up with a public defender. Life imprisonment was the verdict.” She sighed heavily. “Look June…I hope that doesn’t frighten you and make you think that I’m a bad person. Because I’m not.” She insisted.
“Not at all, Lucy.” I gazed at her intently. “I think you’re great. We’re going to be the very best of friends.”