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Trial and Error - Chapter Two BPOV

Today is moving day for me. Not that it matters much. One prison cell is the same as another. I am being moved to a larger facility. The prison I am going to is for felony convictions. It seems like yesterday that I was quiet little Bella Swan, local librarian. Now I am a prisoner convicted of first-degree murder

The guards will be coming to cuff me for transport soon. The only good thing about this move is that I will get to see the beautiful landscapes of Washington again. I have been in solitary confinement. It seems that I am being kept on suicide watch. Everyone forgets that I am grieving. I lost my mother and I will never get over that loss, but I am not going to kill myself. I don't mind being alone, since they do let me have books to get lost in. I am very grateful for that.

I can hear the footsteps of the guards approaching. The soles of their shoes are clicking on the linoleum floor. "Swan, Isabella." The guard called my name. "I am opening your cell, put your wrists out." The guard instructed me. I obeyed and I was led down the hall and out to the awaiting bus. They had us lined up and, at the head of the line was a guard with a clipboard. Each of our names were called and checked off as we entered the bus. I was lucky I got a window seat. The guards ordered silence as we drove, so I stared out the window. As hard as I tried not to I couldn't help but think about how I got into this horrible mess.

I lived with my mother, Renee. As far back as I can remember I was the one who acted as the parent. Renee was my best friend and the only one who ever understood me. She was the type that got caught up in all the latest fads, and she was always doing what seemed fun in the moment. I loved that about her, she was so different from me. I was always quiet and reserved, and I would never ever take a risk. I always made sure that the kitchen was stocked, that there was gas in the car, that Renee had her cell phone with her and the battery was charged etc… I never minded, in fact I loved taking care of her. For a very long time it was just the two of us.

One day Renee came home from work gushing about the cute guy that came into the office. Renee was a real estate broker and she was always meeting "the greatest guy!" Usually they passed in and out of our lives quickly like every other fad Renee delved into. This one was named Phil Dwyer. It was a whirlwind courtship to say the least. I never liked Phil though. I always had a bad feeling about him. I am usually a very good judge of character. Renee was so head-over-heels in love that she kept telling me I was wrong about Phil and she asked me to give him a fair chance.

As the weeks passed, I began to notice that Phil had a drinking problem and Renee was trying to hide bruises. I remember pulling up her sleeve one day. It was time to confront her. She swore that he didn't mean it and that he didn't realize how hard he had grabbed her wrist. "Look Mom, we have all seen this Lifetime movie, and we all know how it ends!" I yelled at her. I couldn't help it; I had to get through to her. Finally after lots of hugs and tears, she agreed to break it off.

It was a Saturday. I was working a half-day at the library. I stopped by the local diner and got our favorite sandwiches to take home for lunch. I was going to surprise Renee. It had been 6 months since Phil had been out of our lives. I got the surprise instead. The door was open and I could hear Renee screaming for someone to help her. "MOM I'M COMING!" I yelled out to her as I dialed 911 from my cell phone. I never said a word, but they heard what was happening and sent help. Suddenly it got very quiet. When I found her in the living room, Phil still had his hands around her throat. I didn't think. I just grabbed the huge heavy lamp off of the table and hit him over the head with it. The Police came just in time to see him collapse and my mother's limp lifeless body draped over the arm of the couch.

Before I could explain, I was being read my rights and being put into a squad car. When we got to the police station I gave my statement and they put me in a holding cell pending my arraignment. That did not go well and I was moved to the county jail pending trial. The trial was a joke, and CSI is only on television. The coroner didn't even do an autopsy. He simply stated that Phil died due to blunt force trauma to the cranium. I don't think I killed him, but I can't ever be sure. At least they did not say I killed my mother too. I don't think I could handle that. The jury convicted me and I was sentenced to life in prison.

Thinking about my mother had me quietly sobbing by the time we arrived at Washington State Penitentiary. We were led off the bus and checked off as we went inside. The guards from the new prison were there, waiting to take custody of me. My hair was hanging down over my face and tears were still flowing silently. Two guards walked me to my cell, but I didn't take much notice of them.

Once the buzzer sounding meaning that I was now securely locked in my new cell, I placed my wrists through the slot in the door. The handcuffs were hurting me and I just wanted them off. I rubbed my wrists, noticing the indentations the metal had made during the trip. After the guards walked away I lay down on my bed, and since there was nothing else I could do I cried myself to sleep.