Status: Still a work in progress.
Juvie in New Jersey
Are You Always So Jekyll and Hyde?
I walked back to my cell, disoriented and in a pain I wouldn't admit to anyone, not even myself. I sat on my bunk and held my hands to the back of my head, attempting to stop the bleeding. My cellmate, Fate (as I had come to know her), gawked at me. "Arniah," she exclaimed quietly. "What hap-"
"I got into a fight. Would you keep your voice down? I've got a migraine."
She silenced and sat beside me. She didn't touch me or speak to me. She didn't seem to want to say anything. Her presence was somewhat comforting. She seemed to understand the incomprehensible. She seemed to know what I didn't. I felt safe. I'd miss that when that put me in isolation.
I flinched when our door swung open and sent my head reeling. "Arniah Catoma!" a voice barked. I stood and followed him out, attempting a reassuring smile to Fate. I caught a glimpse of a tear roll down her cheek.
"I got into a fight. Would you keep your voice down? I've got a migraine."
She silenced and sat beside me. She didn't touch me or speak to me. She didn't seem to want to say anything. Her presence was somewhat comforting. She seemed to understand the incomprehensible. She seemed to know what I didn't. I felt safe. I'd miss that when that put me in isolation.
I flinched when our door swung open and sent my head reeling. "Arniah Catoma!" a voice barked. I stood and followed him out, attempting a reassuring smile to Fate. I caught a glimpse of a tear roll down her cheek.