The Transition
(A month later)
-Ryan-
You say you recall
nothing at all
That could make you
come back down
You made up your
mind to leave it all behind
Now you're forced
to fight it out
You fell away from
your past
It's following you
now
You left something
undone
It's now your
rerun
It's the one you
can't erase
You should have made
it right
So you wouldn't
have to fight
To put a smile back
on your face
You fell away from
your past
It's following you now
I sat on a bench thinking for hours. I didn't know what time it was. I never knew. And I didn't care. I can never sleep once all the lights are out. Darkness doesn't mean time for sleep here. It means watch your back. So I sat on my bench, up against the wall since I was moved to an open room, filled with probably about 50 guys. Half, guys like me, the other half, guys like me who turned into something else just to survive in this place.
-Flashback-
I just arrived in the prison. It was my very first night, and it was clear that al the other guys knew that. They stood and stared at me through their cell doors as the guards escorted me into one of my own.
I spent that night in the bottom of a bunk bed, not falling asleep. All I could do was stare into pitch black darkness.
The next morning, half of us gathered into a line leading to a long hall of showers. The guards shoved us in one by one and closed the door behind us. I was the last in line so the guys who already had showers stared at me as I walked past them. Voices echoed behind me.
"Hey look everybody it's the new guy!" someone yelled.
"Hey, why don't you come over here and introduce yourself?" he instigated.
I ignored their comments but turned around to avoid leaving my back to them. I began to wash my hair while standing against the shower wall. Leaving my eyes open, the shampoo stung them.
"Oh come on now. What are you a bitch?"
I gave an angry glare.
The guy ran at me so I moved over a few feet right at the last second and watched him bounce off the metal wall.
I put my fists up when they guy behind him charged at me in a rage. He grabbed my neck and threw me to the floor. My knees hit the cement hard. I attempted to stand up and fight back but he kicked me in the ribs so I didn't have a chance. I fell onto my back kicking my legs at him to keep him away. Someone behind me dragged me up quickly by my arms. I was stupid to think they were trying to help me. Out of nowhere I was slammed against the wall, my back was punched several times. My head kept getting shoved into the wall and then I was raped by numerous different people.
When they were finally through with me, I dropped to the floor. As the men filed out of the shower hall, I just lay there, barely breathing as the blood branched out through the water that flooded the drains surrounding me.
-End Flashback-
Twenty years, it's breaking you down now that you understand there's no one around. Take a breath, just take a seat. You're falling apart and tearing up the seams. Heaven forbid you end up alone and don't know why. Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright. It's on your face, is it on your mind? Would you care to build a house of your own? How much longer, how long can you wait? It's like you wanted to go and give yourself away. Heaven forbid you end up alone and don't know why. Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright.
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After a night of the usual lack of sleep, a man in a suit walked in followed by Sandy Cohen.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, looking at Sandy in surprise.
"Well, Ryan, we've got some great news for you."
"But first we need to ask you some questions," the other man interjected.
"Okay."
Sandy said, "Tell us the last thing you or Trey did to Christopher before leaving his house."
"Trey didn't do anything. The last thing I did was hit his head with the chair. Then we figured he was dead so we ran.
"You're sure you did no kind of choking or strangling to him at any point that day?"
"Right. I'm positive. Ask Trey if you have to."
"Ryan, did you see anyone nearby Chris's house as you were leaving?"
"Well, no one specific. I mean it's Chino, so there are people everywhere. It's crowded like a trailer park. But no one too close by."
"Okay, that's all. You're free to go."
"What?" I didn't understand.
"Ryan," Sandy explained, "Chris died of asphyxiation. If neither of you choked or stranged him, than you're only guilty of assault, not murder."
They let me walk out of the prison doors like nothing ever happened.
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Disclaimer: I do not own The OC or any of its characters. I do own Christopher Trask. The songs are "Fall Away" and "Heaven Forbid" by The Fray. They own the songs.
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