Trauma pt 2

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Tiffany

i opened my eyes to see a beige ceiling. i tried to move my hands as they were stuck behind me.

"oh , look who's awake." i heard a voice say , i opened my eyes as my vision cleared to see a police officer in front of me.

"w-where am i?" i asked softly as my head pounded. i shut my eyes due to the light hurting my eyes.

"oh you're in a holding cell, you thought you could get away huh ?"

"huh?" i asked as i opened my burning eyes as best as i can. he chuckled a bit and shook his head .

"murderers disgust me. all you muthafuckas know how to do is ruin people's lives."

murderer .. what the hell is he on about .. i'm no murderer.

"what ? w-what are you even talking about ?"

"oh don't play dumb. you know what you did." he spat .

"no i really don't , i was at a party , and then i left with this guy named jordan and i had like two wine coolers , but one was stronger than the other and then i blacked out.."

"oh well lemme tell you what happened while you were "blacked out" , you murdered a woman by the name of denise copperman .. ring a bell ?"

"uh , no ." i said as he shook his head .

"lying isn't gonna get you anywhere."

"i'm not lying ! i'm being framed!"

"that's what they all say." he said and. walked out of the room with this little holding cell . i started to panic and think to myself

did i really murder someone ? am i being framed ? is this the end of the road for me?

my eyes started to water as i cried a bit and laid back down . my teary eyes made the ceiling blurred as i sniffled .

i sighed as i closed them as prayed to god for a quick moment.

"god please help me , please make sure i get through this tough time and please , please help me get back home where i belong." i whispered. the door opened back up to see the office.

"get up , were taking you to your cell."

"what ?!" i screamed . he opened the cell as he gently grabbed my arm and led me out. everything slowed down as i seen the officers looking at me , but one in particular stood out to the most.

it was this brownskin one in the corner sipping his coffee , he nodded at the office that was sweeping me away , and i felt strange about this whole situation.

he carried me out to a bus as i got on and seen all these tough rugged women. he sat me down next to this one female as they nodded at each other .

i sat back and began to feel my heart pound . i didn't kill any one .. right ?

i slowly started question my own sanity.. as the female i was next to started to stare at me.

"whatchu in for ?"

"uh .. murder .. apparently.." i mumbled. she nodded and looked back out the window.

we pulled up to the jail as everyone stood up. we all filed off in a single file line as we got in front of a woman .

"alright ladies , you're all here for one reason or another.. the thing y'all got in common is , y'all all did something to somebody so we're here to do something to you." she yelled . i started shaking from the inside . we all got led in as we walked into this room. they gave me this jumpsuit it was a distasteful orange color with these Walmart shoes and some foam flip flops.

we all walked as we all got split into cells and they took us out of out handcuffs. i got put with the person i was seated with as i just stood there.

"you can have the top , i hate heights." she mumbled as i climbed up on the bed . i stared at the wall as i thought about who would want to frame me.

the person below me finished putting on her jumpsuit as i slowly peeled off my clothes and pulled on my jumpsuit.

"come here , lemme braid up that hair." i heard as i moved with out hesitation. my goal was to piss no one off in this place .

i sat in front of her as she slowly parted my hair and started to tightly braid it .

"it's not all the bad in here , just stick with me and keep your head down ." the woman said as i nodded a little.

"what's your name ?"

"Tiffany.." i mumbled as she started on the last braid. she hummed in response and kept braiding.

"bed time ladies." i heard as she finished and i climbed on the top bunk and laid down . i sniffled as i started to stare at the plain beige ceiling.

"how did this happen .. to ME ?" i asked myself. soon enough my eyes closed as i began to sleep in this uncomfortable bed.
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