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Author notes: So I changed it to weekly visits, which would be more likely to have happened. Thanks to all that reviewed.
I was in a good mood today. Walking down the hallway with a smile plastered on my face. It was freaking the guards out, which made it all the more fun. When we arrived at her office I walked in and sat down.
Her blonde hair was spilling down around her shoulders. She was wearing a skirt again, showing off her tan legs. You could tell she worked out, cause she looks good.
"How are you today" she says
"I'm good," I say
"I understand you had a visitor yesterday?"
"Yeah"
"Your brother, Angel?"
"Brother" I exclaimed loudly, "Angel told them he was my brother?"
"He's not?"
"Well not in the blood sense"
"What do you mean?"
"Angel's, well... I don't know how to explain Angel"
"Is he a close friend?"
"I guess we just understand each other. He's there for me if I need him, so I guess he's like family"
"Ok"
I was surprised when they said I had a visitor, I didn't really expect Angel to visit me at all. I was happy that he did. Hearing him talk about singing Barry Manilow's "Mandy" made me smile and I haven't had a whole lot to smile about in here. I guess knowing that someone still cares enough to ask me how I'm doing means something. I felt her eyes on me because I know I was smiling to myself thinking about Angel's Manilow obsession.
"So do you have any brother or sisters?"
"Yes, I have a sister"
"What's she like?"
"Were not supposed to talk about me here"
"How do you expect me to share things with you, if you don't share things with me"
"Ok, my sister's younger, she lives in Chicago and is a teacher.... Now it's your turn"
"That's something about your sister, not about you"
"It's something about my family life"
"Um ok, I'm an only child, and both my parents are dead."
"Did you like your family?"
"It was ok when my dad was still alive"
"Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Not really"
She's looking at me with those intense blue eyes staring at me, but like everyone else it feels like she's staring right through me, not at me. I've buried part me of me so deep I don't think I could even see me. Hide the pain never show weakness. That was my motto.
My dad's death was something I tried not to think about, but somehow it always worked it's way into my nightmares. I can still remember that day like it just happened the screaming, the fire, and the chaos.
"You know the food's not so bad here"
"Did you think it would be?"
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"I don't know you hear stories"
"Not everything you see in movies is true"
"Oh you'd be surprised what is."
I don't feel like talking anymore, so I stare at the wall for the rest of the hour. They say sharing makes you feel better, I guess I felt better when I gave myself up and confessed my crimes against the law, but I've committed a thousand more against the world. Will I ever be able to redeem myself from those, my long list of people I've hurt, I don't think prison can help.
Finally I'm done, my good mood is gone, so I walk slowly towards the door.
Author notes: So I changed it to weekly visits, which would be more likely to have happened. Thanks to all that reviewed.
I was in a good mood today. Walking down the hallway with a smile plastered on my face. It was freaking the guards out, which made it all the more fun. When we arrived at her office I walked in and sat down.
Her blonde hair was spilling down around her shoulders. She was wearing a skirt again, showing off her tan legs. You could tell she worked out, cause she looks good.
"How are you today" she says
"I'm good," I say
"I understand you had a visitor yesterday?"
"Yeah"
"Your brother, Angel?"
"Brother" I exclaimed loudly, "Angel told them he was my brother?"
"He's not?"
"Well not in the blood sense"
"What do you mean?"
"Angel's, well... I don't know how to explain Angel"
"Is he a close friend?"
"I guess we just understand each other. He's there for me if I need him, so I guess he's like family"
"Ok"
I was surprised when they said I had a visitor, I didn't really expect Angel to visit me at all. I was happy that he did. Hearing him talk about singing Barry Manilow's "Mandy" made me smile and I haven't had a whole lot to smile about in here. I guess knowing that someone still cares enough to ask me how I'm doing means something. I felt her eyes on me because I know I was smiling to myself thinking about Angel's Manilow obsession.
"So do you have any brother or sisters?"
"Yes, I have a sister"
"What's she like?"
"Were not supposed to talk about me here"
"How do you expect me to share things with you, if you don't share things with me"
"Ok, my sister's younger, she lives in Chicago and is a teacher.... Now it's your turn"
"That's something about your sister, not about you"
"It's something about my family life"
"Um ok, I'm an only child, and both my parents are dead."
"Did you like your family?"
"It was ok when my dad was still alive"
"Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Not really"
She's looking at me with those intense blue eyes staring at me, but like everyone else it feels like she's staring right through me, not at me. I've buried part me of me so deep I don't think I could even see me. Hide the pain never show weakness. That was my motto.
My dad's death was something I tried not to think about, but somehow it always worked it's way into my nightmares. I can still remember that day like it just happened the screaming, the fire, and the chaos.
"You know the food's not so bad here"
"Did you think it would be?"
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"I don't know you hear stories"
"Not everything you see in movies is true"
"Oh you'd be surprised what is."
I don't feel like talking anymore, so I stare at the wall for the rest of the hour. They say sharing makes you feel better, I guess I felt better when I gave myself up and confessed my crimes against the law, but I've committed a thousand more against the world. Will I ever be able to redeem myself from those, my long list of people I've hurt, I don't think prison can help.
Finally I'm done, my good mood is gone, so I walk slowly towards the door.
