LACES

"Julianna Hardin".

The drive to the station was jumpy,I blamed it on the invisible rocks,but inwardly I knew the ride wasn't rocky neither was the road,it was my heart,my mind,my brain,how I felt when I was knocked down by a huge man who didn't find killing me such a bad thing .I had let my guard down and I knew it,to think I could attend a normal ceremony and expect a normal outcome---not quite much----but yet I did expect it,somewhere in my large mind I did expect to live my life normally,even when my activities were beyond insane .I needed to fasten my seat belts again and I didn't say that because I was sitting in a police car,squashed in the middle of two police men,I said it metaphorically,because whether I liked it or not,my life was catching up with me and I needed to speed up and run far away.
But how do you run from something you live in.

My mind was woodsy but somehow I kept it calm and collected---that is after a lot of intake of breaths---I looked around,more like looked around with my eyes because well there wasn't enough space for my neck to actually turn .The environment outside was changing,the car was moving at below speed limit now,and seriously I wished I could choke them for driving so slow,who ever said police men were cool was definitely high on cheap drugs,all I could see were young,bored men who were tired of carrying the world's problems on their shoulders.

"Can we drive a little bit faster". I said with annoyance, we were moving slower than a slug now.

"This isn't some trip to Atlanta honey,its to the station so I suggest you keep your mouth shut". The police man at my side said.

"Why don't you keep your mouth shut for the both of us". I said to the police as he looked at me angrily.

"Look here woman....".

"Lady". I corrected.

"Lady,why don't you just keep shut and save us the sass alright,we're almost there".The driver said as he looked at me through the rear view mirror,and from the look on his face,he was pissed.

"Why don't you drive faster and save me the speech". I told him as he sighed and continued driving.

We had reached there in minutes which was a miracle considering the way the car moved like a tortoise.

I walked in with my platform heels clinking on the tiles,whilst my arms were dragged in by one of the police men.

"Are you gonna keep me on handcuffs all day". I asked.

"Believe you me if I had the chance I will". The police man said without hesitation.

"And here I thought the police were supposed to be my friends". I said with a laugh but the police man certainly didn't find it funny.

He uncuffed my hands as I flexed my wrists, they guided me through a hall filled with police men and I was practically pushed into a little chair in front of an old desk .The police sitting in front of me was a woman,probably in her early thirties with chest nut hair pulled into a bun,and a small laminated cardboard on her chest that said 'Janet Jones'.

"Hi,am Janet Jones". She said with a small smile.

"I already know that". I said with a frown.

"No need to be rude honey,I just want to know your name". She smiled again.

"Why exactly am I here". I asked.

"The bombing,we have a lot of suspects,they've been brought in and am afraid you're one of them". She said.

"This is ridiculous,did you guys see me with a bomb". I asked the man behind me and all he did was stare at me confusingly.

"Look this is just customary,plus we saw a gun with you". She stated.