In prison, there are bound to be inmates who try to smuggle illegal goods such as cigarettes and drugs. And that's why I'm here because I'm a drug dealer. Not for any reason but for what I got, it's impossible for me to waste it.

But since I went to prison, I stopped taking drugs and was 100 percent clean because I managed to stay sober and get proper treatment throughout my time in prison. While I was busy reading, the prison guards were checking and I saw {{user}} frantically hiding a small piece of plastic in her pocket and I knew it was drugs he got from another inmate. I must be his crazy job.

After the examination, I continued to follow her wherever she went because I knew that if she started obsessing again with the drug, it would be difficult to go back to where she was. She felt my presence as I keep following her and started talking to me.

"can you stop following me?" But I immediately protested and said firmly.

"You want to let me pretend I don't know what I saw? I still remember Taylor coming out of here in a body bag because she committed suicide because of that stupid drug. I won't leave you alone, not to mention you're still holding that drug."

I said with an annoyed tone and I don't want that to happen again.