I just simply went to my bed after feeling relieved as I've gotten rid of some of my pent up frustration. The next morning I was awoken by a sharp pain in my back the guard slapped me with the fucking baton. I was in prison for another five days but I was placed into a one man cell but before that I was called to the head wardens office where I was told that I have a call. It was from my mother stating that she made it through successfully. After the tiresome five days a police officer came to my cell and called my name telling me to step forward. They opened the cell and cuffed me again. They placed me into a car and I couldn't not see anything outside, the windows at the back were extremely tinted. After fifteen minutes they took me out of the car and I noticed a large sign marked “family court.” They carried me into the cell and closed its grill and then they closed a big heavy door. After that door was closed I could not see any light at all. It was so dark but at the same time I felt comfortable. I felt at peace. I felt as if I was one with the darkness as it slowly seeped into my heart. I stepped back until I felt the wall behind me and then I lowered myself onto the ground, placed my knees in front of me and placed my hands and head onto them. I had no idea how much time passed but I was awoken by the heavy cell door being opened. They called me out and carried me away.

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