Jail
The policeman grabbed my arm and dragged me, telling me he was taking me to my cell. Yes, it was definitely a nightmare. I was looking down all the way there, didn't wanna look at anybody, didn't want them to recognize me... Well, actually, with that dirty shirt, swollen face and that situation, nobody would believe it was me…
When we were passing by the officer's table, I raised my head and saw Anne. I didn't know if I wanted her to be there, I didn't want her to see me like that, she was probably thinking I murdered someone… I gave her an embarrassed and desperate look, I wanted to get out of there, I wanted to shout at her that I hadn't done anything…
She gave me a perplexed look, she couldn't believe what she saw... what was she thinking about me?
The policeman was pushing me, screaming at me to go faster, I was almost crying, my stomach was hurting so much… He pushed me into a tiny cell... I sat on the floor, held my knees to my chest… I was crying even more because of pain, humiliation, the look on Anne's face… and I was still trying to figure out what was going on…
I heard a familiar voice...
"David, look at me..."
I raised my head, she was grabbing the bars, I made an effort to get up, the sweat was running down my forehead. I grabbed the bars not to fall, and looked into her eyes... I was too weak to speak...
"Anne..."
I was trying to say something, but she didn't let me...
"David, I don't know what's going on in your mind, I know you're starting a career now, and there's a lot of temptations, but I didn't expect this from you…."
Wait! What? She really believed I was guilty? If the officer had told her about the drugs, I thought she would know right away that I was innocent…. She had to believe me!
"Are you crazy? You don't know what happened!
She just stared at me, waiting for an explanation. I tried to talk, I wanted to say so many things, but in the end I didn't even know what was going on…
"Actually, I don't even know myself..."
She lowered her head, I couldn't see her expression... My eyes were pleading. She didn't say anything, just walked away. I took a breath and yelled...
"Anne, don't you trust me?"
She stopped and turned back. I saw she was crying... She wiped her tears on her sleeve…
"When you go back to being the David I met, maybe I will…"
And she left. I sat on the floor again. One of the only people I was sure I could count on, didn't believe me.
Her words echoed in that empty cell, I was getting used to watch Anne leaving, but it had never been so painful, so physically painful, my hands were cold, my heart was beating so slow it seemed impossible I would survive to that…