Can someone call my mom and tell her I'm in prison? Please... Anybody??
I remember being at a local store in my neighborhood where we would go shopping every Saturday for groceries. All I wanted was a birthday card for my friend. I didn't have any money, so I hid it in the depths of my London Fog winter jacket. I walked out of the store and hurried in to my truck. I just shoplifted. I'm a thief. A dirty rotten thief.
Later that night, I received a phone call. It was a man. His voice was mysterious and deep.
Me- Hello?
Voice- Is this Megan?
Me- Yes
Voice- You are under arrest for shoplifting.
Me- What?? No.. please. I'll bring it back.
Voice- Cops arrive to take you downtown soon.
Me- Please!!!! No. This can't be happening. Please!!! I can't go to jail. Whats gonna happen to me?? Please!!! Are you there??..............
Hello???
I was handcuffed and read my rights. I sobbed and begged for a second chance. I was put in the backseat where I was asked to remain silent. Protective glass separated me and the driver. I was screaming and kicking. My nose bleeding from the stress and pressure. He couldn't hear me. He wasn't listening to me. I was going to jail. Reflections of blue and red covered my face as we sped to the courthouse. The sirens were so loud. Why are they making such a big deal out of stealing a birthday card?? I was terrified. People were glaring at me and shaking their heads in disappointment as we met at stoplights. Humiliated to the core.
My trial was that day. Trial?? I didn't murder anybody.. trial???? Oh my gosh. People I never knew existed sat quiet and stern with their notepads and fancy pens. As if they were ready to write in capitalized letters GUILTY. The judge bestowed no mercy upon me. He glared at me and degraded me with hurtful words. He sentenced me with ten years in prison with no possible chance of parole.
WHAT???? TEN YEARS?? There are people out there getting away with murder and you are sentencing me ten years for a birthday card???
I was cuffed once again. This time, it hurt. I looked behind me hoping to see my family and friends. Noone was there. Just ugly, burgandy chairs. Empty and desolate. Then I remembered, noone knew I was arrested. My parents can help me. They will get me out. I dropped to the floor as the guards tried to pick me up. My parents, they don't know where I am... please, can you call them? They can help me. They can get me out. Please, I'm begging you. Call my parents.
They finally got the strength to stand me up on two feet. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, onto the floor. I was alone and scared. I had butterflies at the thought of spending ten years behind bars with scary people who had committed crimes much greater than mine. We came to a stop as they opened the gate to my cell. I made eye contact with one of the gaurds. I spoke to him with my eyes. My glassy, distraught eyes. He looked away quickly. I think he knew this was going a little too far.
The steel bars were so cold. Each slam of the doors was a sign of eternity and hell. We never slammed doors in my house, so I asked them to shut my bars gently. They didn't. It was if they were getting even with yet another crook in the world. SLAM... The sound of the key locking my bars was harsh, as if I was to be locked away from all mankind. Even though it was only ten years, it was going to feel like an eternity.
I awoke to a man calling my name outside my cell. I was dressed in a yellow jumpsuit with the number 56 on the back. My socks were an ugly tan. This is the attire of a theif. Hideous. I ran up to him as if he was my knight and shining armor. I clenched the bars and stuck my nose through, as if I was trying to taste freedom. I couldn't see his face. I could only see his briefcase and top hat. His voice was thick and raspy. He sounded old and wise. Your mother and father were reached. They want nothing to do with you. You mother wanted me to tell you that she will have no ties to you after you are released. Good day.
Wait!!! WAIIIIIIIIIIIT. COME BACK...... PLEASE... PL...PLEASE. My heart sounded like the bars slamming as it crumbled to the cold concrete floor. I fell to my knees. Then to my hands. Then to my stomach. The floor embraced me. I was shaking uncontrollably. I didn't feel human anymore. I was no longer a member of society. I was no longer part of my family. I was just me.
I climbed in my bed and curled up like a catepillar awaiting its euphoric transition into a butterfly. I was gasping for air. I was sick to my stomach. I was .......was....... what's that noise?? where is that coming from?? It sounds like .... Loela.. my dog. Loela?? Your here with me??? Loela?................ Loela?..........
I awaken the sound of Loela scratching at the door. I was sweating. My pillow was drenched with fear. Oh my goodness Loela.... I just had the worst dream in history. Whew. Okay, time to get up, lets go potty.
Have you ever had a dream so real, that you feel as if you have actually experienced it?? I have never been to prison, nor will I ever. However, this dream that I had last night seemed so real, that I felt as if I had lived a day in the life of a prisoner. How scary is that? It was scary. No, horrifying.
I should only be dreaming of cupcakes and Mars.. not prison and brown socks :)
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