Chapter Thirty-Five

“My
sister loved them.”

Rayanna
would say whenever their options were narrowed down to these.

Malory
didn’t mind too much. You did what you could to pass the time. Even
contributing to the layers of graffiti on the cell walls was better than
staring into space.

Malory
would proudly mark her burning cross upon the wall with some art stuff borrowed
from Rayanna.

“You’re
pretty good! I was gonna do graphic design in college until I ended up here.”

Rayanna
told Malory.

“Me
too!”

Malory
said, surprised at the coincidence.

“My
friend Alexey always comes to visit me, on visiting day. She always brings
things like sketchpads and markers and to pass the time, she says so I don’t
get out of practice at drawing while I’m here. You really learn who your real
friends are once something awful happens to you. The ones that disown you were
never really friends.”

Sighed
Rayanna. She lived for visiting day once a month.

“I
was friends with a girl for eleven years, but when I got sent to counselling
she joined the group of girls who bullied me. The awful thing is that I never
wanted to go to counselling in the first place. It turned me into a monster.”

Malory
confided.

“What
happened then?”

Rayanna
asked.

“If
I tell you then you’ll hate me.”

Malory
said.

“I
won’t. I’ve been here for a year. There’s nothing I haven’t seen or heard,
no-one I haven’t shared a cell with.”

Rayanna
said casually.

“I
killed her. But first I killed the leader of the gang of bullies. Then the
teacher who started the whole thing and lastly my counsellor who knew too
much.”

Malory
explained.

The End

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