She Wouldn't Say Goodbye. (Guns N' Roses)

Eleven

I walked up the steps leading into the concrete building, my mother right in front of me. There were tears staining her face she was trying hard to hide. She opened the large, glass door not bothering to hold it open for me, almost slamming it on me. "You here to see Ritchie again, Miss?" The guard questioned her, as we started to pass through the processing area. The other officer took her purse and scammed through it.

"Yes, today is our little girls birthday." The guard smiled at her in a polite way- "How old is she turning?" "Well, she'll be eleven today. I know he wouldn't want to miss seeing her." I stood there looking at the guard and my mother, were they talking about me? "But- mom I'm twenty now. You know that right?" She continued to ignore me,  like she had been doing since we arrived. She grabbed my hand, like I was a child as we passed through the doors to the Plainfield Correctional Facility. "You ready to see Daddy, Katherine?" I nodded unsure, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. There he sat in a chair, scooted up to a large round table. A smile on his goofy face. "Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!" He stood up and hugged me. Keeping his arms 'round my shoulder. My dad walked over and started whispering to my mother, I didn't know about what. The room seemed brighter than usual. "What are you two talking about?" I questioned the pair, curiously. My dad looked at me obviously saddened by something.

"I hate to tell you this, baby. But Daddy isn't gettin' out of here for a while." I looked at him puzzled, I already knew that. He'd been in prison for almost nine years now. He reached down in the pocket of his jumpsuit and I didn't know what for. He pulled out a handful of needles. "Did you bring it?" "What?" I started checking my pockets like some how I knew what he meant. In the left pocket of my coat, there were six or seven little bags full of heroin or something. Rolled up like I had intent to sell them. "This?" I pulled them out, showing them to my father, trying to be discreet. He nodded his head.

"You think you can bring drugs in to an inmate, huh? Not even trying to hide an exchange." Two police officers ran up to me, grabbing the bags from my hand.

"I don't know what you mean, I just found these here!" I knew that was a lame excuse the dope was in my pocket. They pushed me down roughly on the round table, scooting it a couple inches across the floor, chairs moving as well. My mother started crying loud enough for everyone within miles to hear. "How could you, Katherine!"

"I-I didn't do this damn it! They had to have planted this on me some how."

She shook her head in utter disappointment, the other visitors in the room started laughing at me. They were laughing so loud I thought my head might explode- but not louder than my mother's crying fit. The police dragged me out of the visiting room, towards the holding cell.  Before I could register anything else- I woke up.

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I sat up searching around the ever black room, eyes wide, drenched in sweat. My eyes quite sight of light pouring in from the window. Bill was sitting on the window seal, one leg hanging outside, the other in the room. "What the fuck were you dreaming?" He questioned, before puffing cigarette smoke into the air. "I was dreaming about visiting my dad." His eyebrow rose. I wiped the sweat from my face as best I could, rubbing the moist on the leg of my shorts.

"You wanna' talk about it?" "I'm not quite sure what I'd say, I mean- Me and my mother just went to visit him and somewhere along the line. I got busted with Heroin." Bill swung his leg back in the room, carrying his cigarette between his full lips. He walked past me into the kitchen. "Is Jeff back yet?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I heard Bill rummaging around in the refrigerator. I waited for him to answer. He then strolled back into the living room, with a plastic cup in hand.

"What did you say?" He questioned, dusting the cherry off onto the floor. "Did Jeff get back?" "Oh, yeah, he got in this mornin'." I nodded. "So, tell me about your dream?" The Red head walked over to sit on the couch next to me, he grabbed my legs that were outstretched on the couch and put them in his lap. "Why does it matter?" I questioned him.