"Ugh!" I yelled, banging my head against the grey cell wall "Why Is the universe out to get me!?" It was five weeks into my prison sentence, after my latest bank robbing, and today has been terrible. Not the regular old prison terrible either, no this was the worst day of my life. I would prefer going through the cupcake incident rather than this bullshit. Just-

     "ALL INMATES. CURFEW IN TEN MINUTES. START RETURNING TO YOUR CELLS." a static filled voice recording plays over the intercom.

     "I'm already here damnit!" I scream. Did I mention that my cell is really close to one of the intercoms? Or that they get fucking loud? As I said before, my day has been shit.

~EARLIER THAT DAY~

I was out in the cafeteria. With my tray of sloparoni and faintly tastes like cheese, with slop to the side, and an even blander than usual (if that is even possible) glob of unidentifiable goop for dessert. "My favorite." I mutter sarcastically, as I sat down on one of the identical benches where everyone eats.

      "WE HAVE A NEW INMATE: NUMBER 1257 JACK CHALICE."

The intercom screeches right above my head. "Shit! it hurts!" I scream. trying to deal with the now constant ringing in my ear. "Dude, are you okay?" Bill Zander, one of the few people here that doesn't try to make my life living hell. said from the other side of the table.

     "Yeah, I just shouldn't have chosen a seat so close to the intercom" I answer, after the torturous ringing in my ears dies down enough for me to concentrate on the suddenly much more difficult task of communication. "Wait, who did they say the new inmate was?"

                                            "I think they said Jack Talisk? No, that wasn't it. Calisk? No, I don't think that was right. Damn I am a dumbass if I can't even remember something said a minute ago."

                                          "It was Jack Chalice. Damn, I was hoping I was just hearing things."

     "You know him?" Bill asked, intrigued.

      "Yes, I know him, he was the guy who hired me to do the bank job that got me in here"

     "So, what is the problem?"

     "He is a real hard ass, and likes to rule those who work for him with an Iron fist. No doubt will he be furious when he sees me, not finishing the job and all." I told him.

     "Really? Why couldn't you finish the job?"

     "Getting caught kinda does that to you. Otherwise I wouldn't be here, don't you think?"

     "I really am a dumbass, should have been able to figure that out." Bill replied, before we fell to silence for the rest of the lunch.

     I didn't meet Jack until after lunch, walking back to my cell to look at the porno magazines I hid away for my free time. I was walking down the hall, when I crashed into something, or more like, someone crashed into me.

     "Well, well, well, look who it is." a familiar voice said as I was getting back up

     "Leave me the fuck alone, Jack." I reply, trying to get out of here so I can get to my regular masturbation.

     "Is that any way to treat an old friend?"

     "Fuck you."

     "Oh, I don't like your attitude, mister, but you know what I don't like even more?" He asked, but cut me off before I could curse at him again "I hate it when someone fails at a task I payed them to do." Right at that moment, a fist slams into my face with the force of a freight train. If a freight train was shaped like a fist, and attatched to an angry ex-boss of mine. I try to block his next punch, but it ends up pushing me to the ground. I barely escape by kicking at his legs to get him off balance, before getting up, and running towards my cell.

     When I got there, I locked any inmate out and just pulled out my porn mags so I could masturbate away my worries, pain, and stress. Five hours pass, each one marked with the screeching voice of the intercom telling us all that an hour has gone by. Each one increasing my migraine, and each one having me worry that Jack will find my cell and somehow break in and kill me... or worse. The porn barely helps, and eventually, I just put it away, and start screaming at the wall. I can barely handle this shit, and it has been only one day with him here. Multiply that by however long it takes for one of our sentences to run out. I just can't handle the stress, being beat up by random guys is one thing, but him. I know him, I know to what extents he will beat me. I know he has a grudge against me and will try to fight me every single day. I just know. It is just bullshit. That is what happened earlier today and-

     SCREEECH "ALL INMATES. GET IN YOUR CELLS. WE HAVE JUST PASSED CURFEW."

     Well, I got to sleep. I just hope I can get away soon. I would take anything to not be in the same prison as him. Even if I go to a prison that is ten times worse. I just need... I need out.