I felt like everyone could tell how filthy and worthless I was. Every passing glance was knowing. Judging. They had no right to judge me.
But I didn't know anyone in that place. They couldn't have known what I "did." Or could they?
Some of them had to be worse. They all had to be. I didn't do anything.
I was tripping over myself. The grips on my forearms were so strong. They jerked me with every turn of a corner. The cuffs dug into my wrists.
Two floors of cells towered at my sides. Teens and young adults dressed in orange stared at me, sizing me up. I was cowering. They could tell. I tried to look ahead. Eyes up. Lips pursed. It didn't work. My head fell. My eyes twitched. My lips quivered.
They stopped in front of an empty cell. The cuffs were released from my bruised wrists. The door opened. They shoved me in and locked it behind me. I whipped around as they walked away. They were leaving me. I wanted the officers to stay. I was convinced someone would hurt me. But they didn't look back.
That's when I knew I was trapped. And alone. I wasn't getting out.
But then I realized something.
I wasn't alone.
Someone was behind me.
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