You're Next
You're Next
"Stand here, you're next," the man wearing the black coat ordered.
Obediently, I stand behind the red line. If I don't, if I cause trouble, he would use the dreaded tasor on me, put me in solitary indefinitely.
I tugged at a loose thread on the inside sleeve of the ugly grey long sleeved shirt I wore. Every noise behind the solid black door in front of me almost made jump out of my skin. Every scream that echoed down the hallway made the spare hair on the back of my neck stand on end, made me want to run. Waiting was anxiety inducing. Solitary seemed like a better option right now.
The door opened with a creak. A stooped man wearing the same black coat as the previous man walked out. In a monotone, he said, "next."
Obediently, I stand behind the red line. If I don't, if I cause trouble, he would use the dreaded tasor on me, put me in solitary indefinitely.
I tugged at a loose thread on the inside sleeve of the ugly grey long sleeved shirt I wore. Every noise behind the solid black door in front of me almost made jump out of my skin. Every scream that echoed down the hallway made the spare hair on the back of my neck stand on end, made me want to run. Waiting was anxiety inducing. Solitary seemed like a better option right now.
The door opened with a creak. A stooped man wearing the same black coat as the previous man walked out. In a monotone, he said, "next."