Seven Years Of Desire

CHAPTER 1

Shanice P.O.V

Imagine seven years of dreams ,desire , fear , regects ,flowing like a river cleansing your soul removing the grime of desperation , tacking away the filth of living in a box . It feels like teen spirits .It feels like having one foot in a grave and the other foot sliping  out . Because  it ain't over . You still have parole and you can go back . I did  . It feels like freedom , the sweetest kind you can imagine, while also feeling like temporary tatoo. Like a kiss from a Beauty queen , but are at a state fair . The one you paid for , but one you know will not last linger. It feels like hell you cannot help dreams about prison for the next few months , nightmares about going back , and you certainly can never look at another police officer as a source of help ,ever again . That relationship has changed forever. No matter what you feel and know for certain is you are an outsider from that point on . Friends and family alike yet and then you know right away that you are not trusted anymore . You have no money (unless you are some sort of genius and  covered that before you went in I did not ) no clothes, nowhere to live, nowhere to work , no way to get around , and if  you are lucky enough (indiana) you may have $50 to start off your new life . You are hopeless , you an outsider , and you most likely alone . You feel fucked . In the worst way ; because you know it's all your fault .