You sighed behind the wire fence, barbs wrapped around the top. The aged fence was encrusted with dark rust.
You gripped onto it tightly, the rust cut into your palm bringing a stinging sensation with it. A soft breeze ran through the air tickling you filthy skin.
The loud shouting and arguing or your vile inmates could be heard in the courtyard behind you. Tears pricked at your eyes threatening to fall as you gazed into the distance.
Pure jealousy danced in your eyes, how lucky they were. The ones who lived beyond the fence. Free citizens, not having to pay for someone else’s crime.
“I shouldn’t be here.”
A single tear fell from your eye. Using your palm, you wiped away the stray tear, leaving a small smudge of blood behind. You didn’t need anyone knowing the truth.
Knowing how weak you were.