Begin Again (Formerly known as Reese)

Chapter Two - Hell

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Chapter One - Hell

In the morning, sunlight streamed down onto my face through the one window in my room. That entire wall of my room was on the far side of the building, looking out to the alley way and entirely made of brick inside and out. At night, I tend to push my window up, swinging my legs out one by one and chill on the fire escape, just thinking as the stars start to peek out from behind the clouds and the moon lingers overhead. Sometimes, I like to just listen to the night time noises and think.

Now, though, I groaned and threw an arm over my face to block the sunlight. My head was throbbing as I finally walked down the hallway to the small bathroom. I turned on the shower in a daze, jumping in to wash my long brown hair and then blow dry it and straighten it to perfection. In hopes of some cute boys at alternative school, I decide to do my full makeup today. 

When I come out of the bathroom, I go to grab my wallet off the table only to find a twenty on top of it. I turn to my dad who is sitting, hung over at the small kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. "Thought you could use some money for lunch or something," he explained. "I don't know how it works at this new school."

I nodded, not seeing the need to say anything in reply to this. "Why didn't you come to the meeting yesterday?"

"I had to work," he told me. "Plus, your mother told me she had it handled." He said 'mother' like it was gross to him; like it was a swear word.

"Oh," was all I said as I grabbed my backpack, my keys, and my board. In case I decided to ditch it or had some extra time on my hands afterwards, I decided to put my board on the backseat of my car. "See you later, dad."

"Don't beat up any school girls today, Reese," he said. When I looked back I noticed he was smiling, laughing to himself and shaking his head. You see, I like my dad when he's not drunk. In fact, I absolutely adore him when he's not drunk. But when he is drunk--which is more often than not--he's like some kind of monster I don't know.

I walked out the door and jumped down the stairs, sliding down the railing of the last level and then landing sturdily on my feet at the bottom. I checked the mailbox and grabbed a small envelope out, sticking it in my back pocket as I walked to my car parked outside on the street. I drove through town--which didn't take an awful long amount of time, considering Highbell isn't the largest place on earth. It's not rural, but just urban enough to have apartment buildings and alleys. 

I followed the winding highway until hell came up on my right. Although, you can't actually see the building itself from the road. Actually, it's pretty intense. First, you turn onto a nice paved road with a huge gate. They're automatic and open whenever a car is like five feet away. Then, you follow the road for a while until it turns into a crappy dirt road, clouds of dust making it so that you can't leave the windows down. Finally, I came to the first building. It was one story tall, a small parking lot out front with a flag pole. About a dozen cars were parked in the lot. I parked in the first one I saw. Behind this building was the actual hell itself. Luckily, I am only attending half-time alternative school so I don't believe I have to even go remotely close to the real criminals. Kids all over the state come here for 'correction'. If you ask me, this place just drives kids even more insane. Full time students stay over night in dorm rooms. I've heard some pretty intense stories about crazy inmates. Hopefully I won't be running into any of them.