Nymphs Of My Dreams✔

| Chapter 21 |

The siren blares began to sound from behind me , I was about to be accompanied by unwanted visitors , they flashed a light and walked towards me

"What in the name of..." They said looking at Valerie's body and bringing an handcuff from behind them "Young lady , I may have to take you with us " one of the cops said , I tried to prove my innocence severely but they insisted of taking me away.

They carried Valerie's body and kept it custody and as  for me I was locked up and falsely accused for murder.

Lonely hours went by leaving me to sit in the old and cracked up prison cell. A creek sound came from the door and a police officer called unto me and took me to the torture room

There is something about unmeasurable time that is a torture to mind, body and soul. It stretches you thin somehow, so unbearably thin. Perhaps it's because there is no love there, no hugs or kind smiles, no-one to tell you everything will be okay. And then there are the eyes of everyone here, alive and dead, as if they are so desperate for this nightmare to be over they try to sleep even when they are awake.

They feel the need to take our freedom, that much is obvious. They are scared of us, yet it's more than that. I see disgust in the way their faces move, indifference in the little they say, grimly seeing out their time as guards before they may leave. At what cost to their souls too? To think you can wound another without the wound being on yourself too is foolishness of the worst sort.

This life is but a magic mirror, giving back what you give out. And so I sit here, on this plastic chair, and let my eyes rest a while. 

I ask my imagination for a bird so that she may sing and move her wings in the sunlight that warms her. I hear her song, so bright, as if it were all the colours I've been missing for so long.

Series of the same question were asked , I stood so solid on my ground and defended my self but it was like a water poured into and unfired clay brick
All hopes were lost , I had to wait for the final judgement in the court.

They transferred me to a bigger Juvie with huge, terrorizing and scary looking teenagers. They escorted me to my bunk bed and unlocked  the handcuff from my hand.

Hours of rushing tears went by , I was left all alone in this cruel and wicked world,untrustworthy friends are spotted in the time of trouble, David proved himself to be an oleaginous piece of fecal matter, be is nothing both the devil's apprentice.

The cop came back again just as I was soliloquizing "You have a visitor" he said and he opened the door for me and took me to the conjugal visit room.

Soon afterwords we arrived at the conjugal visit room and to my unsurpassed surprise it was David who came for a visit "What do you want you Numbskull!" I said yelling at him

"Calm down! I didn't run after you for a reason , I set a bomb in the building , Harrison dead and gone for good" he said

I had a mixed feeling , I didn't know if I should cry or smile, instead I did both . The cop had signal to us that we had two minutes left "David , I really need you to find April and tell her that I'm at the station" I said "Okay, I will but not this night , I'll infirm her first thing in the morning" he said and we both exchanged our goodbyes .

I was accompanied to by bunk bed and was given a blanket in which I could use to cover my body when its becomes cold and windy in the night.

The whole cell room went quiet at the moment I stepped in , they all frown their faces at me as I was walking to my bed, I stayed at the lower bunk and a pretty looking  skinny young lady stayed at the upper bunk.

Outside was nothing but moon speckled darkness, but at least it was not the kind of utter blackness that swallowed a person whole, it was instead a shadowy world painted in grey-scale.

A milky white light poured into the room, spilling across the floor in a large puddle. The greenery soaking up the valuable, pale light cascading over the tender leaves of the herbs across the window. The light flowed throughout the room, flooding the substantial amount of stone.

The midnight was  significance for silence , but it's significance wasn't relevant in the prison cell, it was  marketing in the night