Helena woke up to someone opening the celldoor and shouting something. She knew the morningritual as it went down the same routine every day over and over again. She sighed, she didn’t wanna get up, right now she would prefer to just ignore it and stay in bed. But she knew that such a behavior only brought trouble and trouble was the last thing she needed.

Her mother came by a few days ago and told her, that she would see what she could do to help her out of jail. In exchange to do that, she had to keep low during her stay in here. Should she attract some negative attention, there would be nothing Peggy could do to help her out.

When everything was done, the inmates were allowed to go outside in the yard for an hour. That was the only freetime they had outside and most of them used the opportunity. Helena wasn’t one of them. She stayed inside. She went voluntary back to her cell. Right now she liked her dark, save place.

She used to like to go outside. She would go running, because she always forgot everything around her. Only focusing on her breathing, letting her thoughts come and go as they wanted. And that’s the reason why she stayed inside the prison. She didn’t want to go outside, because it would make her remember those time she enjoyed. She would look up to the sky, close her eyes, let the wind blow through her long hair, breathe in the fresh air and she would feel like she were free. Afterwards the reality would start to sink in. She would look around her and notice, she was in a place in which freedom was only a hopeful thought.

She slumped down on her bed and closed her eyes in hope to fall asleep again.

Helena was in a state between beeing awake and beeing asleep, when a guard before the door said something. As she didn’t move the guard thought she was ignoring him, so he took his baton out of his holster and beat it with all his strength against the bars. As the immense noice echoed through almost the entire building, Helena jumped up and almost fell on the floor. She sat on her bed cross-legged, her breathing coming out in short gasps, her eyes were wide open as she looked at him with a „wtf?“ look on her face, her hands were over her wildly pulsing heart. A few more seconds went by until the shock disappeared entirely. She was still looking at him but angrier than before and she almost lashed out before she remembered where she was and who stood in front of her. The guard looked back at her and smirked dispiteful, finding it obviously very funny. This angered her further, because he knew she wanted to yell at him but couldn’t. He could clearly see the fire burning in her eyes. Well, she could make a scene, but she hadn’t done anything like that since she was here. She wouldn’t start with this now since she had a chance to get out of jail earlier as planned.