Life Hurts but Heals

Chapter 7- What Do I Do Now?

Goodbye is the first thought that comes to my mind. The officer has now, finally, shoved me in the car.

"I love you," Logan mouths.

"I love you, too," I reply with no sound.

I see Logan reach his hand out to me. He's sitting on the one-foot concrete platform that is supposed to be called my porch. He stretches his arm out to me which makes me want to end it all, and that's the last thing I see before I disappear into my jacket hood.

I sit there and think about Greg and the rest of my family, and they seem to just put me in deeper depression since, well, you know.... It's very painful topic right, so I try I turn around. I'm facing the back part of the seat, and I'm so thankful the officer can't see me. I'm a mess. He would probably think I'm weak, but everyone else does.

Wait, why would I care what he thinks? I don't even know his name and I'm sitting here, acting like he cares about what a look like because he's gonna be the person making the next 10 years of my life miserable. He would probably like it if I were weak. It would make his job a lot easier.

Okay, okay... Jordyn, stay focused. It might not be as bad as you think. You could make some friends. Ha, yeah right, like you're little pathetic self will make some friends in this place. Way to be positive. Shut up!

The brakes are what snap me back to reality. He might be a decent sheriff, but he sure don't know how to drive without slamming the brakes.

"Sheriff Grimes to enter," he says into a microphone outside the prison.

"Registration code, please?" asks the machine.

"1029384756," he replies.

"Entrance granted," says the machine.

Then, the gates open. He drives slowly through, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Like something might jump out and kill me before I even get out the car. This place is messing with my head. I need to get out of here, fast.

When Sheriff Grimes finally puts the truck in park(A/N I wanted to make Sheriff Grimes's personality a little country), he opens the door for me. I stare at him because that doesn't seem like something the sheriff would do. But whatever.

He walks me through the gates and presses a button that activates a camera to see who's entering, I suppose. He is holding my left forearm really tightly which makes a thought go through my mind. Him and this prison has got me pretty tight. There's no way I can escape.

He leads me through the halls to my room, and this place is like a maze. So many turns and halls. It's ridiculous.

When we arrive at my cell, he hands me a pair of clothes with a white number in the back and let's go of my arm.

"Put these on over your clothes. I will come and take everything to the laundry room tomorrow," he says before he disappears and the door automatically shuts.

I turn around and find a boy asleep on the top bunk that are being clung to the wall by two chains. (A/N Did you think of the rapper?!) I unfold the pair of clothes that the sheriff gave me. The clothes are kind of dirty, but I have no other choice but to put them on. I turn it over to look at the number on the back. #0069. I flip my outfit back over ad put it on. It buttons, but I decide to just leave the shirt unbuttoned. And that's when
I heard a bed creak.

"Who the hell are you?" Asks the boy that was asleep earlier.

"I'm Jordyn," I reply," this is our cell now."