I walk along with the lady guard to my cell leaving my family behind. As I move, each step feels heavy. I feel getting out of this situation is very difficult. We enter the area where the cells are not very big, with no AC, just a fan that makes more noise than an old car would. Not many people can be seen in this part of the jail. This section is only for teens. Some are in their trials and some are being branded.
"Here's your cell, go and have a seat. I'll be back soon. You can take this and read it. It will help you", the female guard says, handing over the book to me. I don't bother asking her name. I just call her caregiver as most people I see around here in this place are sort of angry at me and the only caring person I see around me is her. I enter the cell and sit on the wooden table. It's uncomfortable to sit on. Imagining sleeping on it at night makes me fear for my poor back. I hold up the red book. On it it's written "The Rules For Flawed". The only thing I like about the book is the color of it. This reminds me of my mom in her perfect red gown showing off her beauty to the world. Even after being a mom of 3 she's still so young looking and beautiful. The thought of mom makes me regret myself for not being a good daughter to her. She always wanted me to dress good, be ladylike, and have etiquettes which I never had or showed. I agree I was not the best perfect daughter, but never was I this flawed. Tears drop down on the book cover in my hands which I have been staring at for a while. I open it and read it as if I am going to find a way out of here in this. I put the book on the small table near what these people call a bed and what I call a block of wood.