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Hello!! :D
So this Phanfiction that I am going to write was inspired by Orange Is The New Black {A Netflix Show} and I hope you will enjoy it as much as I will enjoy writing it!!
It will not be based off the show it was just inspired by it that's all.
I really hope my writing skills will improve cause I feel as if I need improvement! D:
I thank you for reading and commenting on my stories in advance!!
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It's crazy how somebody can miss something they don't appreciate on a daily basis.
Like the way a routine slowly starts to take control over your life without you even noticing or even caring, or the way your dog greeted you whenever you came home after work.
Even the way the warmth and comfort of your own bed made you rest at ease at the end of the day.
I especially miss that, and of course my dog Checkers. I wonder how he is doing.. I had my friend PJ take care of him. PJ has always been good with Checkers, he loves that bundle of black and white fur, a traditional Dalmatian coat.
I really miss home..
It all happened so fast, too fast to even think about.. I get a headache trying to remember.
The T.V. was on, Checkers on my left, pizza box on my right, no worries in the world as an old horror film played, chocolate blood everywhere on the screen as a lady got axed to death.
I am surprised I haven't screamed yet, it's probably because the effects are really bad and not realistic enough to make it scary for me.
Everything was like it was supposed to be, peaceful.
Until I heard a knock on the door, not even a knock, more like violent pounding.
Checkers started barking and growling, of course feeling intimidated by the nusence disturbing our bonding time.
"It's okay Checks, it's probably Troye coming to rant about tonight's episode of House Wives." I ruffled his head and gave him a quick kiss right on his cheek, earning a lick from him.
My llama pajama pants dragged along the wooden floor, considering that they were a bit too big on me.
The cool breeze from my opened window really made me appreciate this type of weather in London, we usually don't get nice weather.
I opened the door and to my surprise it wasn't a red faced Troye, it was four police officers starring at me and one quickly pinning me against the wall, handcuffing me under my will.
"Daniel James Howell?"
I nodded once, panic starting to settle in my chest and mind.
At that moment I had no idea what was happening, but then one of the officers said something that I thought wouldn't be mentioned in years.
"You are under arrest for the bank robbery at Abby's, you will be in full cooperation at all times or else you will be put into solitary confinement." The officer spat in my face and the other three just glared at me with intentions of killing.
My mind went blank after that, and I remembered then. Me and my friend Jake robbed that bank five years ago, and they just caught us? Why didn't they just stop looking? Why didn't they get Jake..? I haven't heard from that bastard after the bank robbery was committed, he just used me, he got the money, I didn't. And I am getting arrested but not him?
"Wait wait!" I shouted as sweat started to cover my forehead, drops falling onto the shiny wooden floor that I cleaned very often out of boredom.
The officers just pushed me out of my flat and shut the door, leaving a whining and growling Checkers behind, I left him.
"Can you at least let me make a call when I get there..? I-I need to speak to my friend so he can take care of my dog okay? Can you p-please let me?" The officer's hand grips onto my right shoulder too tight, his fingernails probably leaving indents on it, making me screw up my face in pain.
"Let's first get you settled in."
And 5 hours later, they inspected me, stripped me, gave me my ugly orange uniform, basically screaming for attention. Everybody else is wearing beige uniforms, except for us newbies.
They all look so scary and menacing, giving me weird looks and wolf whistling whenever we passed the cell blocks.
I got assigned Cell 6 Block C, I have a roommate.
"Daniel James Howell, this is your roommate, Taylor Jean Nolk, no rough encounters, keep your hands to yourself. Both of you keep out of trouble." Officer Henric points at me and then at Taylor.
I just nod and with that, he leaves us and walks away, leaving me shaking and just scared to even move a muscle.
Come on Dan you have to be braver then this, man up.
"I suppose you are going to move?" Taylor sucks on his teeth and gets out of his bed, taller then me, towering over me, and this surprised me cause I am a pretty tall guy, I am over 6 feet.
I gulp and nod, shuffling past him and putting the stuff that they gave me on the bed, or should I say metal frame.
All they gave me was a blanket, pillow, a toothbrush, a towel, and some soap, that's it. Better then nothing right?
I wonder what he did to get here, what if he killed somebody..?
My eye twitches at the thought of that.
The bed has a thin layer of mattress and the floor is grimier than the bottom of a pan after cooking chinese food, which I used to cook to my... fiancé every Saturday night.
Dan you have to stop thinking about her.. She isn't worth your stupid time.
But she was the love of my life.. She really was. She had sweet green eyes and perfect pink lips, which I adored kissing. Her soft medium-length red hair that I oh so loved smelled like blueberries all the time and it hypnotized me all the time.. And she was so huggable, her chub just made it even better, I loved her cute little chubby tummy.. And her lame American accent that made me want to kiss her every time she uttered a word. Also the way her skin got a little paler when the winter hit the UK always made me want to hug and cuddle her until it returned to normal..
Hayley.. Her name was Hayley.. We were dating for 5 years and I proposed to her.. We were going to get married. She was no longer going to be Hayley Williams, she was going to be Hayley Howell..
"Hey pretty boy, share some of that fine ass please!" A butch balding man, probably 10 years older than me, whistles at me as some other inmates decide to join and cheer and snicker at my discomfort and at his 'flattering' comment.
I quickly organize my stuff and shove myself into the cold hard mattress and shut my eyes so tight that I swear they are going to get sucked into my eye sockets even more.
Just 12 months of this hell.. A year.
A fucking year.
