Chapter #5Shut up and go to bed. by: Altam   You decide that you've had enough today, and get some shuteye.
Maybe this all will turn out to be a bad dream.
You'll wake up at home, and everything will be just like it used to be, except you're going to go kick your friend's ass for getting you imprisoned in a dream.
Your hopes are crushed when you wake up after rolling off of your bed, onto the cold, hard floor.
You groan, and rub your eyes. Above you, is Chloe, peering down at you from her bed.
"When I thought you couldn't get any lamer.." She murmurs.
You grin tiredly, blinking through the blurriness in your eyes, and point finger guns at Chloe.
"Being lame is the only thing I'm good at," you answer, your voice cracking a bit. You clear your throat,
Chloe rolls her eyes at you. "Loser."
She jumps down from her bed. "Anyway, get up. It's time for the showers."
You sit up and make a face of pure horror. Oh no. Not public showers.
"B-B-But, what if I drop the soap? What'll happen to my poor butt, Chloe?" You ask in a panic.
"If you're stupid enough to pick up the soap, you deserve to get butt raped," Chloe tells you with no sympathy.
Chloe's voice holds no joking, which catches you off guard.
"Wait, but you aren't serious, are you? I mean. That only happens in guy prisons. How would that even happen in a girl prison?" You ask,
Chloe just stares at you. This time, she's the confused one. "What do you mean, girl prison? Everyone in this prison is intersex."
The cell becomes so silent that if a pin were dropped, you would be able to hear it.
"Intersex? Like. People who are born as a sex other than male or female?" You ask quietly.
"Yeah, though we only get the chicks with dicks. Guys with pussies go to a different prison," Chloe states.
You pull at your hair as the meaning of Chloe's words weigh in on you.
"So, I'm fucked," you mumble. You start to tear up.
Chloe lets out a sigh, and she runs a hand through her hair. "Alright, listen. I can make sure you stay relatively safe. I'd be a pretty shitty room mate if I let you get raped all of the time. Not to mention, you'd get even more annoying than you already are," she grumbles.
With tears still in your eyes, you grab onto Chloe's shirt, and you look up at her with big watery eyes. Your nose is watering a little.
"R-Really? You'd do that for me?" You ask.
Chloe makes a disgusted face down at you, and sort of pushes you away. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't cry all over me, you loser." | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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