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III - Ain't No Prison Bitch
                          
I V Y
                          
Ivy's thoughts took a turn for the worst. The darkness brought her no escape, it only triggered them.
                          
'What could it have been? What would it have been? What should it have been?' Like a rapid fire from a machine gun, each question shot out and stung like a bullet. 
                          
'What should my life be, if my family were not involved? could I have been successful? Happy? would I lead a fulfilling life where I'd not have to be surrounded by criminals to be safe?'
                          
The contemplation of what her life has been because of the people who should have been protecting her. What her father caused, what he had brought about. Who he allowed to hurt her. How he used his power and influence to set his own daughter on fire. He caused her pain, sadness and in a prison filled with danger, he permits her suffering. Mentally and physically, just like before.
                          
Just when she had escaped his clasp on her, surrounded herself with the worst lawbreakers she could find. Affiliated herself with gangs, thieves - who'd rather take advantage of her than help her. She couldn't trust anyone, she wouldn't and shouldn't. Ivy couldn't imagine anyone who she could trust. Tears cascaded down her cheeks and soaked the pillow as the clouds of melancholy settled over her.
                          
The waterworks came silently, no matter how sad she became, Ivy Monroe would not let others hear her weaknesses.
                          
A long time had passed in the restless night. Since then, her thoughts died down just like her sense for life had.
                          
Nighttime in prison held strange and disturbing noises. The workings of the night were something that Ivy could definitely live without. 
                          
Just as she thought it was all over, a bellowing groan reverberated from the cell adjacent to hers. From Jasper's cell.
                          
In the distance, shuffling echoed the halls.
                          
"Jasper? Are you alright?" Ivy whispered into the darkness, wide awake. Her tears had since dried.
                          
"Hell yeah" He replied in a raspy voice with another breathy groan.
                          
"What are you doing?" She questioned, curious. If he was not hurt, why did he still sound like he was?
                          
"Thinking about you" He strained a reply.
                          
"What? Just go to sleep" Her hushed voice was interrupted by Jasper sighing contently.
                          
This was strange, Ivy was innocently unaware of what Jasper was actually up to.
                          
"Will do" He assured in a whispy reply.
                          
Soon enough, the night fell silent once more. Ivy hadn't had a wink of sleep, her insomnia acting up when she should be resting for the next day. She closed her eyes, still wide awake, waiting for breakfast. Yet instead of darkness, the flames of the burning building she had woken up to a week ago, lit her mind on fire. Fear boiled in her blood.
                          
The sound of rushing water from Jasper's cell trickled into her own. She snapped open her eyes, the bright light extinguished by the darkness of her cell. What was he doing at this time of night? Washing his hands? Was it even night still or has the sun finally risen? Her sense of time was thoroughly disrupted.
                          
Just as the thought passed over, the hallway and cell lights slowly dimmed on. Some flickering ominously before succeeding. A shrill bell caused her head to split in two as the throbbing headache that developed in Ivy worsened considerably more.
                          
She sat up from her bed, thankful to not have to wallow by herself in the dark. She spotted Jasper next to the sink in his cell, besides the toilet. He started whistling a tune that sounded upbeat. He switched off the tap and turned to look at her with a contented smile.