MelissaBaby
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From Chapter Seven of My Fall and Rise. In deference to Lit's "true story" rule, this event may or may not have taken place ten years ago today:
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Wake up call came at 4:30 on my 545th day in prison, just as it had on all the others. Today was different though. I had been instructed to report to Processing at 8:00, and was in administrative limbo until then. My other cellmates shuffled off to the showers, but Alicia lingered. She watched me as I began packing up my state issued items.
"So, how's it feel?" she asked.
"I don't know. Kind of like it's not real yet, I guess."
"Fuck. I've got at least three more years before I am even eligible to apply."
I wanted to hug her, but felt sure she'd push me away.
"Well, who knows?" I shrugged. "Maybe I'll see you on the outside sometime."
"Bitch, if I see you out there, I will knock you on your ass. Stay the fuck away from bitches like me. Go fucking be somebody, and don't fucking come back here."
"I won't."
***
I didn't.
"Alicia" has been in and out several times. To the best of my knowledge she is currently incarcerated.
Did I follow her advice and "become somebody"? I suppose I did. I became a writer, and I will let others judge my success at that. But I became someone more than that. I became someone who works at helping other people who have fallen, or sadly, sometimes willingly jumped through the cracks in society. People like her. People like who I used to be.
I post this, not seeking praise or congratulations, but in reflection. While I am feeling pride in my success, I am thinking about "Alicia," I thank her for her advice and mourn for the somebody that she could have been.
***
Wake up call came at 4:30 on my 545th day in prison, just as it had on all the others. Today was different though. I had been instructed to report to Processing at 8:00, and was in administrative limbo until then. My other cellmates shuffled off to the showers, but Alicia lingered. She watched me as I began packing up my state issued items.
"So, how's it feel?" she asked.
"I don't know. Kind of like it's not real yet, I guess."
"Fuck. I've got at least three more years before I am even eligible to apply."
I wanted to hug her, but felt sure she'd push me away.
"Well, who knows?" I shrugged. "Maybe I'll see you on the outside sometime."
"Bitch, if I see you out there, I will knock you on your ass. Stay the fuck away from bitches like me. Go fucking be somebody, and don't fucking come back here."
"I won't."
***
I didn't.
"Alicia" has been in and out several times. To the best of my knowledge she is currently incarcerated.
Did I follow her advice and "become somebody"? I suppose I did. I became a writer, and I will let others judge my success at that. But I became someone more than that. I became someone who works at helping other people who have fallen, or sadly, sometimes willingly jumped through the cracks in society. People like her. People like who I used to be.
I post this, not seeking praise or congratulations, but in reflection. While I am feeling pride in my success, I am thinking about "Alicia," I thank her for her advice and mourn for the somebody that she could have been.