Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so don't sue. Just a work of fiction, and a
pretty unoriginal one at that.
Your free to go...
Bulma walked out into the sun, the clang of the gate locking her out rather than in this time. Fifty cents, a pack of gum, and the clothes on her back were all they had given her to start off her new life. Prison reforms, remolds, and changes a person. Bulma had an immunity to change. An outsider her entire life, prison pushed her even farther towards the fringes, almost as if she were nothing more than an observer of humanity.
Some would have plead their innocence, or give an excuse as to why they would kill someone, not Bulma. She had no regrets; the bastard had it coming, she didn't even regret getting caught, but she never wanted to be released.
"Lady, you coming or not?" Her cab driver was impatient, he knew there would be no tip from her, the prison was paying him with a voucher to get her to the city. She got into the cab, closing her eyes as the cab drove away. Bulma didn't look back at what had been her home for five years. So many things she would have to relearn, prison freed her of her free-will, now she would have to make her own choices again. Focus on the future, anything to keep from remembering the past, anything.
Going to prison was like dying, being freed had to be like being reborn. She no longer had a past, there was nothing to remember. Bulma laughed, startling the cabbie, it would never be that easy, she would always remember. Her memories, her family would never let her forget.
"This is where you get out". Her driver startled her from her thoughts, he had stopped in the center of the city. She nodded her head in thanks and re-entered 'civilization'. She walked to the subway, she had no real choice in the matter, she had to go to her brother's.
All in all the train ride only took 15 minutes, but the panhandling for the fare took almost an hour and lots of her pride. The hour long walk to her brother's pristine, picturesque, and perfect home let her continue to think about her future and how things had gotten so messed up along the way.
Bulma felt dirty standing outside of the wooden red door, with its cheerful floral wreath and welcome mat. She had done nothing truly wrong, he had deserved it. Breathing deeply she finally knocked on the door. Bulma could hear her brother and his family behind the door, turning around Bulma almost made her escape, but the opening door stopped her in her tracks.
"Hey big brother" she smiled up lightly at his shocked face.
Your free to go...
Bulma walked out into the sun, the clang of the gate locking her out rather than in this time. Fifty cents, a pack of gum, and the clothes on her back were all they had given her to start off her new life. Prison reforms, remolds, and changes a person. Bulma had an immunity to change. An outsider her entire life, prison pushed her even farther towards the fringes, almost as if she were nothing more than an observer of humanity.
Some would have plead their innocence, or give an excuse as to why they would kill someone, not Bulma. She had no regrets; the bastard had it coming, she didn't even regret getting caught, but she never wanted to be released.
"Lady, you coming or not?" Her cab driver was impatient, he knew there would be no tip from her, the prison was paying him with a voucher to get her to the city. She got into the cab, closing her eyes as the cab drove away. Bulma didn't look back at what had been her home for five years. So many things she would have to relearn, prison freed her of her free-will, now she would have to make her own choices again. Focus on the future, anything to keep from remembering the past, anything.
Going to prison was like dying, being freed had to be like being reborn. She no longer had a past, there was nothing to remember. Bulma laughed, startling the cabbie, it would never be that easy, she would always remember. Her memories, her family would never let her forget.
"This is where you get out". Her driver startled her from her thoughts, he had stopped in the center of the city. She nodded her head in thanks and re-entered 'civilization'. She walked to the subway, she had no real choice in the matter, she had to go to her brother's.
All in all the train ride only took 15 minutes, but the panhandling for the fare took almost an hour and lots of her pride. The hour long walk to her brother's pristine, picturesque, and perfect home let her continue to think about her future and how things had gotten so messed up along the way.
Bulma felt dirty standing outside of the wooden red door, with its cheerful floral wreath and welcome mat. She had done nothing truly wrong, he had deserved it. Breathing deeply she finally knocked on the door. Bulma could hear her brother and his family behind the door, turning around Bulma almost made her escape, but the opening door stopped her in her tracks.
"Hey big brother" she smiled up lightly at his shocked face.