Fluid

Chapter 10

The Police Station

Walking into the police station I was greeted by the smell of ink and paper, bombarding my nose. The noise of copy machines, talking, and key board keys clicking were like sirens in my ears, distracting me from everything. Shaking off the sounds and smell, I went to file a report or what ever needed to get done. A secretary told me the procedure, but only Krys and my father were listening. I was in my own world and reciting the story in my head. The woman asked something and my father responded "it has to be considered a hate crime. This is a violent assault, we are talking about. There has to be something we can do."

"A hate crime for what or against whom?" The woman asked in a snobby tone, her coffee breathe was unbearable.

"They did this because they are against the trans* community. This has to be protected. Gender expression is a protected right, isn't it?" My father was growing angry and losing his patients with this secretary.

"Actually, we can't help you. Gender expression is not protected in our state. So it can't be a hate crime. You can file for assault, but no one will take your case. My advice is to leave, sir." She snapped at my father. This can't be right. She has to be lying. I just got up and left, blank and unreadable expression on my face.

We drove Krys home and he brought my phone to me. Then my father and I went home without any words being said. Laying on my bed, I decided to write out a letter. It was a suicide note, if anything. Then I picked up another sheet of paper writing everything that I wanted to do in life and at the end, I wrote Now how can you do all this if you are dead? The last sentence hit me really hard. I decided to stay alive. Rather than waiting for this to pass, I will make it better myself. I fell asleep thinking about that last sentence.

I awoke in the morning to realize I needed to get my hours for online school. After two hours I took a break and went down stairs. A white object caught my eye and I went to it. It was on the window of my front door. Opening the door I saw several papers. Each paper had a different threat written on it. I ripped them all down, collapsing with them. I just stayed there and cried for a while.

*part two coming tomorrow or later today. I'm not sure.