^Jaya Oneshots^

Imprisoned

The walls were bland. As bland as a news article when ever they talk about how global warming is bad even though it's freezing cold outside. There were no pictures on the wall, only bars of complete steel filled with hopelessness and broken dreams. 

I could feel the silver of my cuffs behind my back as they were strapped on my wrist. I could sense the glares of people's anger and sadness. Never in my life have I felt so weak and defenseless. The hands that tightened their grip on my arms were bone crushing to the point I thought I was paralyzed.

"Walker, looks like your going to have a cellmate for awhile" I heard the policeman say as he opened up a cell with someone in the far corner, "And just for a fair warning, she's the toughest one in the bunch. If you want to make it out alive for the next twenty years, I suggest you not get on her nerves."

She? 

I hesitated, "Wait-She?" I asked as the cell door slammed behind me. Great, how in the world did I get put in somewhere with a girl. And the better question is how is she the 'toughest' one here. I truly doubt that from what I've heard from the crime on the streets. 

I went over to a wall as far away from the 'female' cellmate as possible and slid down the wall to sit down. All was silent for a while. Not a single word spoken for what felt like hours, but really was only seconds. I looked over at the girl who was looking out the only way of seeing light. She just stared at the window seeking out anything from the outside to her vision. 

That's probably my first mistake. I shouldn't have look at her. 

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked coldly. Her remark caught me by surprise. She really DID look  tough enough to beat up a two-hundred pound man, with her raven hair tied back in a loose ponytail, a little mole on the side of her mouth, and a very cold ocean blue eyes. Man, those eyes-

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to answer my question? Cause if you don't answer me I will happily punch that dreamy look off your pale face" She asked annoyed. 

I gulped, "Sorry, I-I I'm Jay, Jay Walker. You?" I asked not even responding to her previous question from before. 

The lady smirked, "Nya, Nya Smith. Towns boy I'm guessing?" She responded. Nya. Such a pretty name for a tough girl like that. Even though I could tell she was pretty annoyed by me, I still feel the glare from her eyes upon me.

"Yes indeed. So if you don't mind me asking, how did you end up in prison?" I questioned her. That was honestly so stupid of me to ask! Why in the world did I just ask that to an inmate?!?

"Do you really want to know? I'm not sure if you can handle it funny boy" Nya asked suspiciously as if I wasn't ready for her answer. Why did she say it in that sort of way!?! Now I think I won't even make it out of my first day!

I nodded my head shaky as she soon spoke, "I can handle it" I snapped back.

"I associated with a murderer. He raised me my whole life and the way we survived was from killing. That person was my brother, and their was another one who was my boyfriend at the time. We would break into houses, factories, bank and so much more. That was until one day where they had an argument and one of them pulled the trigger on the other. Once I heard the gunshot I quickly ran down to the scene to find something I never want to see again. My boyfriend killed my brother. I thought he would kill me too, but instead he pulled the trigger on himself in the head."

"Then the police arrived at the scene to see me there with two dead bodies and assumed I killed them. They had no proof of course, but my lawyer hated me to my guts and didn't plead my case. Got sentenced in this Underworld for about twenty-five years" Nya finished saying as my eyes widened. 

"How old were you when you first got sentenced?" I queried.

She shrugged, "I don't really know, maybe about fifth-teen. I'm twenty now so I've spent about five years here and got twenty more to go" She said sarcastically.

Dang. She was that young when she ended up in here? She looked young enough when I first met her, but to find out she was way younger when she first came here is just really sad since she didn't really do anything to get her into this mess in the first place. 

I took in a shaky breath, "Who were your brother and boyfriend?" I asked with curiosity at her situation. She chuckled slightly from what I guess was thinking about the good times she had with them, "My brother's name was Kai, and my boyfriend's name was Cole. They were probably to second most stupid people in this world" She said. 

I tilted my head, "Who's the first?" I asked. 

"You" She responded back, "You have been asking way to many questions then I can count and you've only been here for three minutes. You're lucky I haven't beaten you yet." Oh. I've been talking for that long? I thought it was the other way around?

"Oh, sorry I didn't mean-"

"Jay, you don't need to apologize. It's your first day in the rock, lets talk about you now" She told me slightly interested in me. I laughed a little under my own breath. "Well I'm twenty-two years old, I'm sentenced here for only twenty years and as of right now you are the only person who has an interest in talking to me" I told her.

Nya returned to laughter into a giggle, "Twenty years? What did little freckle boy do that made you end up here?" She asked. I'm getting used to this by every second. "Well let's just say I got into a couple crashes in my time..... I- Well -I-I kinda wasn't paying attention when I was flying a plane and I kinda well- crashed it" I stuttered. 

"You crashed a plane? What type?" The ravenette asked. Why is she so interested in these questions? Maybe it's just to get me back from asking her too many questions when I first got here. 

"I have created a racing aircraft, and I was testing it out, but right as I thought everything was fine. It crashed in Ninjago City! From what has been counted, it killed over a hundred residents" I explained to her. 

She nodded her head, "That must've been hard. I've never had to deal with not killing someone you don't know. Its always been my brother and boyfriend who killed. You know to have something you were proud of backfire on you like it was crap. I'm very sorry for you" She confessed to me as she stood up to come over to me, "You know back in my teens I loved to create cars, truck, and so much more. Unfortunately I've never really seen them go into action or anything. I wasn't old enough to drive so-"

"I understand. I'm happy someone in this world share the same interest as me" I laughed, but when I looked back at her she put on the same serious face she had when I first met her. "What is it?" I asked.

"Stand up for a moment?" She asked politely. I obeyed her orders and suddenly the handcuffs from behind me went loose and fell to the ground. I turned around to look at her to see in her hand was a key and a goofy face plastered on her beautiful- I mean face. 

"How did you-" 

"My father works here. He's the only one that understands my story, so he gave me a key for emergencies only" She exclaimed. Wow. I now feel bad for the father.

I smirked at her as we sat down on one of the beds in the cell, "So, am I really an emergency then?" I playfully asked her. She giggled as she shook her head side to side, "What can I say, I never really have company around here, so why not use it for someone I'll be hanging around with for the next twenty years" She stated. 

I laughed along with her as we talked and talked and talked all day and night. Nights turned into days and days turned into months, and months turned into years. And those years turned into the end of our sentencing. 

If I haven't had crashed in that aircraft then I would never had met the love of my life. If Nya was defined as innocent then we've would have never met. I would never change anything from the past if that meant not meeting my love. This is why I've decided to stay in as an inmate until BOTH of us get out together and that's a promise I shall never break.