2 October 2012
Well, I am getting 6 bloody years. For what? stabbing my brother over and over and over....... The tears well up in my eyes again. 'Conor, I need you' I whisper, silently sobbing to myself in my cold, stone cell. I am being transfered to some women's prison down south. At least its warm and has food. Thats better than I could say I would have if I wasn't charged and in prison. Oh! I'm here, the women's prison - wow it looks like great fun. I am surrounded by grey and brown. I am 'escorted' in. We reach the end of a cold concrete corridor, a maze of cages. I am shoved into one with three other women, a grimy toilet and a few crappy beds. I turn around and am welcomed by stern looking faces and big muscular bodies. I study each one's face and stop in my tracks when O see the last one.
No way.
This isn't happening.
But, how?
Why?
'Mom?'
Dreams #4 • Opuss № I