Melany Fellington is a young girl who lives in poverty in a changed world. She doesn't have what others have the room to have, but family made what she has more than enough. During substandard times of oppression, an interference threatens her famil...
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(Year 2027) (Tuesday, August 15th)
Desperately, I tried to ease the red flashes of my thoughts by letting my violent mind drift away into a place of beauty, and away from the cold reality that has overpowered my life, for what is starting to feel like forever the longer I live in it.
I imagined laying down in the softness of my twin bed that hugged my body in the run down apartment that my family and I lived in, instead of the discomfort that I sleep in every night. In front of me, instead of the concrete wall that I see in my unfocused vision, I imagined the wall in my bedroom that has multiple posters of hip hop artists and graphic photos/art that caught my wandering attention as a fourteen-year old, the wall in my bedroom that I loved.
I imagined my younger sister laying on her own twin bed on her side of the room, and running her mouth about what happened in her second grade class that day. I imagined my younger sister jumping on my bed when I would ignore her. I imagined my mother's head popping into our bedroom when my sister and I would start fighting after she had jumped on my bed, and I imagined my sister and I hugging it out because we had to.
My mind would remember things of my past that would make me smile, but now my face carries the same lifelessness that surrounds me, and surrounding me was something that I never wanted to allow myself to see.
And one mercy that was given to me, something that I've come to appreciate was my vision that grew spotty and unfocused in result of not being fed or provided with hydration, and with this I sometimes couldn't see where I currently was.
But after my mind unforgivingly grew aware, my thoughts and senses became overwhelmed by the present grey that surrounds me, as I felt nothing, but the cold, and hard concrete floor underneath me. In result of becoming aware, my vision had strained to focus on the thick metal bars across from me.
All that I've known in this cell is the feeling of being cold, and in return, the only thing that this tight space has known is the persistent and rapid sound of my teeth chattering.
I brought my knees to my chest, and constricted my weak arms around them as tight as they could allow, to curl into the warmth that only my body can provide, because I've learned that warmth is something that isn't given.
The lack of windows and sunlight mirrored the hostile mental space that I've been in the past three days.
My mind traversed to the darkest of places thinking of them. My mother was taken trying to protect me because of my foolishness, and I have been burdened by this painfully overwhelming guilt ever since.
I intended to finally help my mom after so many days of seeing her come home exhausted and worn. She was constantly wearing on herself trying to keep up with the unforgiving pace of bills to take care of me and Aubrey. Her hands were always preoccupied with juggling our well-being that her own remained forgotten.
