It’s You Or Me. (It’s probably going to be me.)
I entered the first house my heart was racing, my palms were sweating, and I was frantic to get in and out. I had never done this before but I was desperate as if this was the last thing I could do to survive. I yelled out “hello!” No one replied I did a quick look of the downstairs and then slowly and quietly went upstairs all I could hear was my heart beating out of my chest. I was looking for one thing and one thing only and that was gold, diamonds, and any family heirloom that would help me hit the jackpot. I found what I was looking for the biggest room in the house filled with pictures of family and friends you could literally feel the love …show more content…
I had burned every bridge I had, lied to anyone who would listen to me, and finally got caught. I had never been to jail before, this was a new experience. A women’s voice came over the intercom “Barry! Step out to see your lawyer.” As I got up I put the broken sandals on that they provided me and stood at the door through the window I could see a man in a uniform waiting to put hand cuffs on me. “What’s the date today?” I asked He simply replied “It’s 9/11” he seemed a little irritated that I had no idea and I felt as though this was the first time I recognized feeling of any kind in a long time. He had a gruff voice but it was calming in a way it reminded me of my dad’s. As he walked me through the halls it was like a maze eggshell painted bricks with blue line along the wall on the left and green lines on the right. I felt like I was walking to my death as if I were about to be …show more content…
This was all new for me I waited looking at the carpeted blue walls wondering how I even got a lawyer. As I was questioning this an old rickety man came stumbling into the room in a hurry “Hello my name is Marcus Falk, I will be representing you.” I didn’t have much to say I was sick, cold, and just wanted to go back to my brick bed to sleep this sickness off. He looked at me and asked me if I had any family that would be there to support me and I had to honestly say I don’t know I think they are pretty mad right now. He simply replied “fair enough.” “Well Ms. Barry there isn’t much I can do for you I’m waiting for the District Attorney to see if he’s even going to offer you a plea and we will go from there.” I suppose I would have cried had I had any emotions at all but I was still dull inside from all of the heroin flowing through my system. I couldn’t believe that there were no options I said “there isn’t anything I can do?” “Well” Mr. Falk said “You could be a C.I.” all I could do was laugh and ask if I could go back to my
I entered the first house my heart was racing, my palms were sweating, and I was frantic to get in and out. I had never done this before but I was desperate as if this was the last thing I could do to survive. I yelled out “hello!” No one replied I did a quick look of the downstairs and then slowly and quietly went upstairs all I could hear was my heart beating out of my chest. I was looking for one thing and one thing only and that was gold, diamonds, and any family heirloom that would help me hit the jackpot. I found what I was looking for the biggest room in the house filled with pictures of family and friends you could literally feel the love …show more content…
I had burned every bridge I had, lied to anyone who would listen to me, and finally got caught. I had never been to jail before, this was a new experience. A women’s voice came over the intercom “Barry! Step out to see your lawyer.” As I got up I put the broken sandals on that they provided me and stood at the door through the window I could see a man in a uniform waiting to put hand cuffs on me. “What’s the date today?” I asked He simply replied “It’s 9/11” he seemed a little irritated that I had no idea and I felt as though this was the first time I recognized feeling of any kind in a long time. He had a gruff voice but it was calming in a way it reminded me of my dad’s. As he walked me through the halls it was like a maze eggshell painted bricks with blue line along the wall on the left and green lines on the right. I felt like I was walking to my death as if I were about to be …show more content…
This was all new for me I waited looking at the carpeted blue walls wondering how I even got a lawyer. As I was questioning this an old rickety man came stumbling into the room in a hurry “Hello my name is Marcus Falk, I will be representing you.” I didn’t have much to say I was sick, cold, and just wanted to go back to my brick bed to sleep this sickness off. He looked at me and asked me if I had any family that would be there to support me and I had to honestly say I don’t know I think they are pretty mad right now. He simply replied “fair enough.” “Well Ms. Barry there isn’t much I can do for you I’m waiting for the District Attorney to see if he’s even going to offer you a plea and we will go from there.” I suppose I would have cried had I had any emotions at all but I was still dull inside from all of the heroin flowing through my system. I couldn’t believe that there were no options I said “there isn’t anything I can do?” “Well” Mr. Falk said “You could be a C.I.” all I could do was laugh and ask if I could go back to my