6:12pm
"Jackson," A guard approaches as I read my book. "you have a call."
I drop my book so quickly, the guard jumps back. My weak legs somehow takes me to the calling room where a phone is waiting for me take hold of it.
"He's here." The lady hands me the phone and I place the cold material against my ear. "1 minute." She speaks coldly.
"Hello? Jackson?"
His voice.
I haven't heard it in so long. I wish I could see his face with that bright smile.
"Oh! I heard you breathe! It must be you!" He giggles.
"Are you okay? I hope you're okay because I really want to see you again."
My legs give out and I slide to the ground. My back rests against the cold concrete wall.
"It's no fun at the cafè without you. You have to come back so we can chat again! I have so much I have to tell you!"
Warm tears stream down my face.
"Please get better, Jackson. You're making me worried. I seriously hope you get out as soon as possible! Stay healthy and strong! Bye Jackson!"
The line ends. The lady hangs the phone back up. Cruel. A one minute phone call.
I need to hear more of his voice. I need more...
I reach for the phone and the lady refuses.
"Your time is up, Jackson."
I don't care. Let me talk to Mark. Let me hear more of his happy voice.
I bang my head on the wall. Just like that time weeks ago. I bang my head until it bleeds and I knock myself into darkness.
Sweet, beloved darkness.
