The cement floors give my feet blisters and calluses. Dried blood is encrusted on my skin and there are spots on my clothes where years of Tide haven’t been able to wash away. Dirt has permanently settled in the deep crevices of my nails. I glance at the clock. 640Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBuXhrupIGa
23 hours 40 minutes and 39 seconds. I refuse to take my medication and since everyone knows what will happen to me today, they allow it. I need some clarity. For the last day I will be alive on this earth I want my mind to be clear, unlike the fog that washes over me once I push the tiny red, orange, light blue, and white pills down the back of my throat with my tongue. Clarity. 640Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgLsNYynnIa
That’s what I need today, well that, and to be breathing tomorrow, but we all know that won’t happen. I might not have been able to control much since I’ve been here, but clarity, I can give myself that. I didn’t sleep last night. I’m not going to waste what little time I have left sleeping. I’m not even tired. I reach in my pocket, pull out a piece of chalk and look over to the last section of the wall that is not yet buried behind vertical white lines of chalk that is so faded you can hardly tell it’s there. 640Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuLzdptQacq
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“Wait!” I yelled as they pushed me in the cell and closed the gate. “You’re making a big mistake please you need to believe me! I didn’t kill her, please! Please!” They ignored me. I’m cold. Is it always going to be so cold in here? Who am I kidding, that’s the least of my worries. I have to get a re-trail; I have to go back in there. Some of the questions were confusing I can answer them better and without even realizing it, I was crying. 640Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkprkai8uMc
Through my blurry vision I saw a piece of white chalk in the one of the corners. I walked over to it and picked it up. They can make me stay in here but each day that goes by I will know how long I’ve been here, how long this injustice is lasting. I walked over to one of the corners where the previous lines were almost completely invisible to the naked eye. I drew a fresh vertical line down one of the previous ones. One. Please don’t let me get to one thousand. 640Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm1etFQX1KI
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