Escape

Bad Vibes

"Ms. Sanchez?"

"Ms. Sanchez?"

"Tatiana!?"

I woke up lost. Apparently I've fallen asleep  in my anger management class. Despite the fact it's been 5 years since the day I've been in that court room I think... these days I don't keep up with the days. I got shot by someone in the court room and no one knows who it was till this day. Funny a courtroom full of people and no one seen anything.

October 1st 2017.

I've been transfered to 5 different prisons and rejected by 5 due to my behavior. Some prisons I've never stepped foot in and rejected me at the door. It's gotten so bad that they almost considered putting me in the male prison . . .

Sometimes I feel like I have no purpose to live. Suicide has been on my mind heavy since the day I was born. I don't have a mental illness... Just the life I live past anyone would agree.

I stared at the window blankly. I don't even know why I'm here... I'm fine... All I need is medication that calms my nerves and boom I'm in perfect condition... But apparently my "past actions" resulted to this... Salutary confinement wasn't enough.

"Yes?." I said quite annoyed

"I feel negative energies coming from you? Is there anything you want to let out?"

I sighed and fiddled with my fingers. I did have something on my mind, but I wasn't comfortable telling her or anyone else my problems. This will be my second week being at the institution, and first day with group therapy so of course I don't trust them. I never trust anyone, even if we have years no especially if we have years. No one.

Which was another problem along with all the rest.. they're My Problems and no one else's. Meaning I solve them and handle them on my own. That was the way I was raised and the way I live. Everyone for themselves it's better that way.

"I'm fine." I said flatly.

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes."I Said getting up ending this unneeded session early.

"Ms. Sanchez this session isn't over. You do know the warden won't be pleased with this."

"Yes I know." I said not turning back.

An officer stood in the front of the door and signaled me to take a seat.

I plopped back in the seat I had 10 minutes left but it felt like hours.

"Ellen how are you feeling?"

This Caucasian female who sat next to me, that not once I've noticed this entire session was looking down shook her head no.

"Would you like to share anything with your new friends?"

"I ain't got not damn friends!" A Girl from the back shouted.

"Tia'Ana there is no reason to yell.. This" *Gco

"Bitch my name is Tank.. Tia'Ana Died A Long Time ago"

"Well... Tank I just thought since most of you are in here for similar behavior reasons it will be easier for you to relate and create a ... Bond"

"The fuck does what these bitches did have to be with me?! They can't relate to me or the shit I been through! ain't nobody in here trying to get a bond or friendship hell thats who got me in this mf now .. Only way we can relate is to get in shit like this to get out on good behavior this shit ain't gone help us nor do y'all give AF yall get paid regard.. " Gco