Well tomorrow arrived, and my dreams involved the possible events that would take place in less than an hour. We get to the court house and get a pass allowing me to act as a mentor or aid to other inmates.
I felt like I was being booked again. 2 officers guided me through and searched me before taking me to the very room I once sat at. The only difference was that I wasn't an inmate, I was a mentor. I had been playing on my phone for about 5 minutes until I heard the automatic lock switch and open the door. The material used to make the rompers followed by the slap of thin flip flops had became the sound trailing behind the door. I knew those sounds all too well.
I noticed quite a bit of familiar faces as I looked into the eyes of every single person in the room. I even looked at the officers that were propped up against the wall. Some of the faces I recognised had been from school, some from being incarcerated with them, but I noticed 2 that stood out more than anyone. I looked into the swollen eyes of the kid that changed my life. He didn't notice me too well, but I remembered him as clear as I did on the night before last. I felt myself getting upset, because I should be sitting there with him, but I quickly turned it into the first point I was going to be making.
I explained everything that happened, right down to the smallest detail. I was afraid I was going to be shackled right then and there, but the officer didn't seem to pay any mind to the time frame of the incident. I began to tell them about my personal life and how family life was starting to change for me, because of me doing good. I gradually got deeper with my stories, and all 15 in the room cried at some point. The deeper I got, the more hate I would have for myself, but seeing how much emotion flooded the room, I felt better about it.
About 5 minutes before the group closed, the officers had allowed them to ask questions. Some of them were difficult to talk about, but the curiosity made me happy that someone was finally listening. It felt even better to know that it wasn't just one person, it was the whole room. The officers even listened to me and asked questions for themselves. I felt like a million bucks, simply because my words could have the potential to change people, and that I'm not the worst person in the world.
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Chasing Matters
Não FicçãoTrue story about some things I put myself through. As a freshman in high school, I had been straight out of lock up. Instead of it being only 6 months like it was last time, it was going to cost me my whole life.
