Wentworth Magazine Issue 2

FAN FIC OF THE MONTH
“Where did you get that”, Franky asked, “It’s all bullshit, I was not thinking
straight”. “I was just trying to get Bridget off my case”. “Bridget, now is it”,
the governor asked, with a smirk on her face. “Well, it all seems very real to
me, as I’m sure it will to the police”. “You’re a smart girl Miss Doyle, I am
sure you will make a smart choice, or maybe ‘Bridget’ could offer you some
support”. She seemed so smug with this remark. Franky had an
overwhelming sensation that she had been fooled by Gidget, and that her
new found love had actually been her traitor. “I will give you a few days to
think it over, that will be all”.
The walk back to her cell happened in a complete haze. Franky was feeling
too many emotions at once. She seemed to arrive back in her cell, where
she crumpled down on her bed, unable to move. She grabbed her pillow,
and hugged it, whilst letting out a huge cry. She could not believe this was
happening, or why. She soon realised she would have to toughen up, and
start to play the game again. It must have been Gidget who gave the tape to
the freak. It was a trap all along. How could she be so naïve and foolish.
There was a reason why she had trust issues, and this was why.
Overcome with emotion, Franky became irrational, and began to punch
and kick at the walls, throwing and lifting anything she could find, until
there was nothing left to throw. All the noise had alerted the officers, and
soon enough Franky found herself being dragged from the cell, punching
and screaming like a frightened child. The next few minutes were a
complete blur.
Franky soon found herself in a darkened room, and soon became aware
that she could not seem to move. She felt sluggish and lethargic, and could
not seem to focus properly. She could hear voices around her, but the
words seemed muffled and phased. She remembered vaguely being forced
to the floor in the corridor, and a sharp pain in her left arm. It was
becoming increasingly clear, that she had been sedated. Slowly her senses
started to return, and was able to see and hear more clearly. She noticed
that she felt constrained, and could not move her arms or legs. She
became aware of a familiar presence in the room next to her bed. The air
seemed dry and chilling. The freak was standing tall next to her bed,
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