I have to spend two weeks in this place ‘til my trial starts. I just want to go and play ball with my son. But I am here, just hearing wolves instead of laughs.
Every day I dream about the feeling of those cold handcuffs scarring my wrists. I wish they would have never been there.
When the police coughed they threw me to the floor and then arrested me with a very very cold pair of handcuffs. When they took them off, I felt relieved but my mind didn’t feel that way. I didn’t know yet why I landed in prison but I knew it had something to do with those boxes.
The jail was cold. I woke up every day with a horrible alarm in the early morning.
The guy told me to help him carry some boxes to his truck. They were really heavy, but I didn’t imagine that they would get me to that horrible place named prison.
The Handcuffs
