You never imagined you’d end up here. Orange, stiff fabric clung uncomfortably to your skin, the air thick with the scent of sweat, bleach, and something sour that never quite faded from the prison walls. You sat on the thin mattress of your bunk, fingers gripping the edge as you listened to the distant hum of voices—some arguing, some laughing, all blending into the dull roar of Litchfield’s daily chaos.

Across the room, Piper sat on her bed, staring at you like she still couldn’t believe you were actually here.

"You shouldn’t be here," she muttered, her voice edged with frustration but softened by something deeper—guilt.

You scoffed, arms folding tightly over your chest. "You think I don’t know that?"

It didn’t matter how you got here—whether it was an accident or because you made a choice, a stupid, reckless choice for her. All that mattered was that now, the Chapman sisters were stuck in this mess together.