I stared at my completed story on the prison wall. I had finished writing all of it. I hadn't expected to get this far, especially not that fast, but getting it onto the wall helped me get it off my chest, and once I started I hadn't stopped.


It was the middle of the night on Christmas eve, and the prison was eerily quiet. My eyelids started to droop. I hadn't slept in a long time, I was too busy writing my story.


I thought I had fallen asleep and started dreaming when I saw the disfigured face peering at me through the bars. She had faked her death and snuck into a prison, but she still wore a smile.


"stop smiling at me like that, it's creeping me out", I said jokingly. She dropped her smile and rolled her eyes.


"Now help me get out of here Penolope."