Prison Diary

Welcome To My Past

Month: June Day:06 Year: 2090

Dear Prison Diary,

That night I dropped Layna off at the facility but I did not go inside, it would have been too painful to relive those memories.

It was about 1:00 in the morning and I was laying in bed on my back staring at the ceiling.

"Whoa whoa wait...If you don't live in the facility, there where do you live?"  Well my very observant readers, I was living in a hotel and don't think that I was lucky. It was called a hotel but it sure as hell didn't look like one.

The "Allerton Hotel for Women" was built more than a hundred years ago and when it was built it was so popular for many of its occupants being astounding young women who made many accomplishments in their lives.

Now, it was just a shabby old apartment building with no air conditioning, no proper plumbing, and no educated women who made accomplishments. Only woman like me, who were kept from ever accomplishing anything in our lives because we were never given the chance to express ourselves.

It was a sad existence, but I supposed it could have had it worse. I could have been born disabled and crippled, or poor, living my days out of the streets where any man could come and rape me if he chose too.

So I should have been happy.

But I wasn't.

I was never really happy.

My room was located on the tenth floor and it was really hard for the caretakers at my facility to afford but somehow they found the money to pay for it.

It was only one room with a tiny closet across the wall and a bathroom so small that I could barely slip through it.

One older lady that lived in the apartment had an antique bookcase that she was giving away and she gladly gave it to me and I gladly excepted it. I finally found something to put my collections of books in. It was placed near my bed so I could reach for one whenever I couldn't sleep.

The bed was centered in the middle of my room and although it was small too, it was the part of my room that I loved most of all. For which it was the thing that I cried myself to sleep into.

To my left was my dresser and on it was the sheet of paper that Layna gave to me. That idea that came into my head earlier was coming back.

I had an invitation so that meant that I was invited.

Well, not really but you know what I mean.

'Maybe I could...show up there.'

I chuckled at the thought and folded my hands behind my head. That was impossible. How could I, a woman, show up to a voting ceremony that only welcomed men?

Then another dangerous thought zoomed into my head.

I could go but in disguise.

Cue evil smile.

Gosh, how I wish I wasn't so mischievous then maybe it wouldn't have rubbed off on Layna. She followed everything I did. Classic little sibling antics.

I sighed and look passed the sheet of paper and at a picture frame. On it, I saw a photo of my mom. That's right my mom. Cynthia Romaine. She was standing there in her military uniform doing the natural salute and there was an American flag in the back of her.

My mother's hair was just like mine. Long, brown, and wavy but in the picture she had it in a tight bun. Her light blue eyes were staring away into the distance and they were sparkling in the light. Her skin was also just like mine tan and smooth. She was Latina and beautiful That was the last picture she took...