The Small Room
As the handle was pulled, I breathed in deep, and exhaled just as hard. And that was the end, My whole life leading there.
“Everyone off!!” The Guard shouted. I sat in the back of the bus, young and fearful of the things to come. All fifteen or so of us shuffled off the Bus in a straight line. As we all walked through the small court of the prison, I could hear the inmates who had gathered yelling at the top of their lungs…”Fresh Meat”, “Little Lambs”, things along those lines anyway. As I approached the Main Building, I started to panic. The thick Stone walls of this place started to collapse in on me. This Bastille that I’ve only ever seen from afar, is now up close. A Rough, Metallic place, each Fence as high as the next, …show more content…
The clerk ran out to the police and I was picked up off the floor. My body was limp, and my shoes slid blood across the shitty floor of the corner store. The Officers cuffed me, hauled me out of the store, sat me down outside in the cold, and called for backup. I sat there for twenty minutes, staring in the opposite direction of the corner store, towards a park and an apartment block. Another four squad cars pulled up into the small parking lot, each of them was holding two or so officers, Four carried me off the ground into one of the cars, the others went into the store. As I sat in the back of the police car going through the streets, time seemed to speed up. I was placed in a holding cell for a while, still with blood on my shoes and bloated pupils. After a few hours two people in suits sat me down in an interrogation room. These two introduced themselves as Dectives Halligan and Cole. The older one, Halligan, started to ask me what happened, but I could not respond without stuttering my words and having my hands shake.He leant forward past the harsh light they had in front of them. Halligan, an older man with a roughly kept black beard and receding …show more content…
I had a while to prepare for this day. The Guards took me through the first checkpoint gate towards the exit, It was a rather cold day, but the rain had receded, and the sun was out again. They walked me across the Yards, towards the Administration building that I had first stepped in months ago. As the door closed behind me, I could see another bus of new inmates coming in, the next lot of me.More people about to find out the answers to things, here at the end. I was given a change of clothes, a clean, well pressed pair this time. I told them I didn 't want to change into those, so that the next person will get a fresh pair and won’t have to wear these ones. Nobody will wear the rags of a dead man with a grudge against
As the handle was pulled, I breathed in deep, and exhaled just as hard. And that was the end, My whole life leading there.
“Everyone off!!” The Guard shouted. I sat in the back of the bus, young and fearful of the things to come. All fifteen or so of us shuffled off the Bus in a straight line. As we all walked through the small court of the prison, I could hear the inmates who had gathered yelling at the top of their lungs…”Fresh Meat”, “Little Lambs”, things along those lines anyway. As I approached the Main Building, I started to panic. The thick Stone walls of this place started to collapse in on me. This Bastille that I’ve only ever seen from afar, is now up close. A Rough, Metallic place, each Fence as high as the next, …show more content…
The clerk ran out to the police and I was picked up off the floor. My body was limp, and my shoes slid blood across the shitty floor of the corner store. The Officers cuffed me, hauled me out of the store, sat me down outside in the cold, and called for backup. I sat there for twenty minutes, staring in the opposite direction of the corner store, towards a park and an apartment block. Another four squad cars pulled up into the small parking lot, each of them was holding two or so officers, Four carried me off the ground into one of the cars, the others went into the store. As I sat in the back of the police car going through the streets, time seemed to speed up. I was placed in a holding cell for a while, still with blood on my shoes and bloated pupils. After a few hours two people in suits sat me down in an interrogation room. These two introduced themselves as Dectives Halligan and Cole. The older one, Halligan, started to ask me what happened, but I could not respond without stuttering my words and having my hands shake.He leant forward past the harsh light they had in front of them. Halligan, an older man with a roughly kept black beard and receding …show more content…
I had a while to prepare for this day. The Guards took me through the first checkpoint gate towards the exit, It was a rather cold day, but the rain had receded, and the sun was out again. They walked me across the Yards, towards the Administration building that I had first stepped in months ago. As the door closed behind me, I could see another bus of new inmates coming in, the next lot of me.More people about to find out the answers to things, here at the end. I was given a change of clothes, a clean, well pressed pair this time. I told them I didn 't want to change into those, so that the next person will get a fresh pair and won’t have to wear these ones. Nobody will wear the rags of a dead man with a grudge against