Crime for crime, murder for torture, those few moments in exchange for those five long years.
It didn't seem fair to me.
"Get up."
Lulling my head around my shoulders, I looked up through my thick, choppy tresses. My vision was blurry and I could only barely make out the fact that a large burly man was ordering me before he grabbed my arms and yanked me up. There was a soft, musical jingle behind me and I hazily identified the sound as a pair of handcuffs.
Breathily laughing, I allowed the man to push me along. I couldn't think straight, my memory was canon holed and my tongue was lazy within my mouth.
The lids of my eyes fluttered and I only felt my legs being forced to plunk down to the floor with every step. My chin fell to my chest. My hair turned into an umbrella, bubbling my world around me, shielding me for a moment.
I remember Autumn air and leaves crunching under my feet as I stomped along. I remember my sweatshirt letting a bit of chill reach my skin. I remember being pat down and tossed around some. I remember white. A lot of white.
