Monday, May 10, 2010

All the doors locked...

*A fictional piece on prison brutality.

By: Alonna Berry

All the doors are locked, and everyone is finally setting in to go to sleep. After a long day of work, they only thing I want to do is rest my head. I slowly walk to my room, barely able to make the semen block under my legs move. Every time I step it feels as though my legs are locking. I just have to make it to my room, and then I can rest my head. I have been waiting all day for this – the one thing I my life that hasn’t been stripped away from is, the one thing and the only place I can call my own - it is complete bliss. When I lay my head down to sleep, I am finally free, free to dream and explore the world beyond these four walls – I am free to fly. As I finally make it to my room, I am so relieved to be in the comfort of my home. As I slowly begin to take off my clothes for the day, my roommate come in. We have a brief conversation about what had happened today, who had been taken away, and about a letter he had received from his daughter. Even though the conversation wasn’t long (a relief), it was touching, and it gave me warm thoughts to think about as I would drift into freedom.

As soon as my head hit the pillow, I began to fade away. The ways of peace and serenity began to wash over my face. The rhythmic sound of the ocean numbed my body, and lulled me to sleep. Oh I loved the ocean, I dreamt about it always. I would never try to imagine when I would see it again, because it would depress me, I would only remember the good times I had there. Dream were the only place I could…

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG….

I’m not going to open my eyes yet, I will not give up my dream. Why are they banging? We just go to sleep. They haven’t called my name; they haven’t called anyone’s name. Maybe it’s not for me, maybe it’s not for anymore. Maybe there just being CO’s and thought it would be fun to wake up all up after we just went to sleep.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG

I could feel the blood pressure in my body rising. I was going to lose control, I hated loosing control. The only place in my life I had control is at night, and they strip that away from me to. I cant…

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG

Why won’t they…

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG

I can’t live like…

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG

UUUGHHH! That’s it!

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG

“Shut Up!” I exclaimed before I could even catch myself. Oh no, I shouldn’t have spoken, I shouldn’t have done that.

-Did you have something to say Monroe?

-No sir, not at all, I must have wake up from a bad dream.

-A bad dream, I coulda swore I heard you say something. What did ya say boy?

-I don know sir, sometimes I talk in my sleep, maybe I was doin that again…

-In ya sleep you yell boy?

-When I am havin a bad dream

-You were havin a bad dream tonight boy?

-Yes sir.

- I don’t take very kindly to lyin – Monroe. Get your ass up and out here now

He unlocked the door; I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. By now a few other men had woken up, and as I walked from my door I felt my legs begin to shake.

-You lyin to me Monroe?

-No sir, I was dreamin.

-You were havin a bad dream?

-It turned into one

-You bein smart Monroe?

-No sir

-What did ya say?

-No sir

-No ya stupid fuck! What did ya say when ya woke up from ya dream?

-I’m not sure sir

-I was right beside your cell, Monroe, I heard you clearly….

He began to move his night stick, slowly back and forth. I noticed, and he wanted me to. He was giving fair warning that if I continued to lie, I would have to suffer my punishment. But I knew if I ad mitted to lying, I would suffer as well. I would stand my ground.

-You got something to say boy?

-Uhh, no sir I don’t remember

He pulled his night stick up and began patting it on his hand.

-You said “Shut up” boy! Ya don remember that?

-No sir

Then I felt it his stick came down on the back of my head like a ton of bricks. He was yelling something as he continued to hit me. I lost all sense of what was going on. I began to fade away. But not to a place where I had control, I was drifting to the bottom of the sea. Soon I would feel the big thud, as my body would slam against the ocean floor.

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