Andy
A loud bang on my cell door jolted me upright. I was dozing in and out. The sheet slid down my hand and I quickly grabbed it to my chest. I looked down and sighed with relief that it had gone back to human in my sleep. I quickly turned around on the cot and sat with my feet on the floor. The pain has subsided at least, but it seems I’ll be walking with a slight limp for now on.
A guard opened my cell and entered. My stomach unclenched a little when I saw it was the nicer one. Nicer as in he basically ignores me and doesn’t talk more than what has too; so, he’s at least not calling me freak show or screaming in my face or making me the butt of a stupid joke.
“Inmate,” he said dully looking at my chest than my meeting my eyes. “Stand with your hand behind your back facing the wall.
