It's been ten minutes since the others showed up. Earlier Crystal was hauled off in the ambulance and Jake had gone with her. I'm in a police car driving to jail. The almost murderer is sitting right beside me, but I'm not scared. Actually, I am frightened, but for a different reason. This might be the last glimpse of a beautiful blue sky that I get to see. The man himself is no longer intimidating, and if my hands were free I would be able to move. I'm no longer a statue of fear near him.
"How did you know?" He suddenly asks, breaking the dead silence.
"What do you mean?" I ask back.
"How did you know I was going to grab my gun." He returns in an irritated tone.
Wait, so he did go for it first!
"I just have quick reactions." I bluff. When, in reality, I don't know.
"Stop lying." He quickly replied with a slight shift of anger in his voice. "No one could react that fast, My fingers had barely moved!"
"Well then explain how I did it." I say smugly.
"That's why I'm asking, I don't know." He returns.
"My answer was already stated." I say.
"Fine, it doesn't matter," He says as he starts to grin. "When we get to jail I'll make you talk."
Oh crap, This is bad, If we both go to prison... I could be stuck with him. I would just tell him I don't know why I grabbed his gun, but who would believe that?
Suddenly my eyes start to sting, and since I can't rub them, I close them as hard as possible. when they open I'm back to the other place, The dark, discouraging, sad world from before. The cars black leather has changed to a purple color. Tons of weird blobs floating in the air cling to the man beside me. It starts again. I can't move at all. My lips freeze, goosebumps scatter throughout my body, the hair on my arms shoot up, I am terrified.
"Here we are." The driver says as the car stops.
He gets out of his seat and wobbles his way over to the door on my side. It opens up and he tells me to get out. I am much more than happy to get further away from the monster. Even though it took me a while to move I eventually do and am now staring straight at a prison.
"Stay here." The officer commands while he stumbles over to the other guy sitting in the car knocking gravel into the air with every step. Easily he hops out even though he's handcuffed.
After we are both out of the car the overweight cop takes us inside. I can't do this. The amount of fear I have while walking in is overwhelming me. Just by being in this place for three seconds, I feel as if I know that my body is about to be torn apart, limb by limb.
My eyes start to sting again. Since I can't rub them I just close them as hard as possible. When they open, everything is back to normal. Sure, being in jail is scary, but I'm no longer terrified, and all the colors have reverted back to their regular shade.
Ok, this can't be normal. What is going on with me? Why do my eyes keep playing tricks on me for minutes at a time?
"Hey, Over here!" The fat man yells.
I move over to him realizing I had spaced out for a minute there.
"This will be your holding cell," He tells me as he slaps his hand on one of the metal bars. "You're not a criminal yet, but following the law, we have to detain you until we know what really happened today."
I walk into the small cage-like room with rusted metal walls. It seems I have some time to think about what has occurred today, who knows how long I could sit here waiting.
Since I have nothing better to do, my brain re-enacts all the events that have taken place today. From the homeless man attacking, to the chubby cop walking me to my dirty, ugly, cell. Here are four big questions I still have. Will I ever get to see that twenty dollar bill again? My hat had been left at the scene. Will I ever get to see Jake again? I have yet to ask him for money, and since we have been through a traumatic event together, maybe he will give more generously to me. When will I get out of this place, And What is going on with my eyes?
The first three questions, I have no way of knowing the answer to right now. The fourth can definitely be theorized about though. When the hallucinations happened both times they had only been dark, unhappy, and depressed.
It seems this ability gives me a sixth sense, Fear. During these weird occurrences, I was most fearful when walking into prison. This makes complete sense. Jail has a ton of robbers, abusers, and killers. If during those weird couple of minutes my mind was given the ability to sense danger, of course I would be scared here.
The second scariest moment was when I was near that scumbag cop who almost killed us, again verifying my claim.
One last thing is the weird purple blobs that float around. They seem to latch upon humans, Especially the evil officer. Maybe this is a way of measuring how corrupt someone is. Jake barely had any on him, neither did Crystal. Is it a coincidence both of them also seemed like good people?
Everything adds up. I don't know how or why this happened to me, but if I'm right, whenever my vision shifts, I gain the ability to sense danger. I can even see how hateful someone is just by glancing at them.
Woah, I thought magic was magic for a reason, it didn't exist. How wrong we all were. That's funny, all these kids that go around mindlessly believing what they see on T.V. might be right. I can't stop thinking about how I used to be one of those kids. Always watching heroes with super-human abilities beat up the bad guy and save the day.
Abruptly, a spark sets off in my heart. One that I haven't felt in a while. The spark of hope and joy, the same spark I used to share with other boys way back when I was a child. Always taking branches that had plummeted from their destined tree, and acting like they were wands. Flailing them around, Imagining fire and water had shot out. Those were the good times, the stress-free, happy, marvelous times. I thought those events were gone, but, maybe they aren't! Just maybe my hands can latch back to those precious moments!
Yes, I can be the hero! I can really be what my young self imagined! I can stop the villains and save the day! With my new ability evil can't hide from me. I will seek it all out and crush it. Oh, forgot this sense comes and goes whenever it pleases, that is a problem. There must be a way to control this new given blessing. I'll think about that in the morning.
I wake up similar to the last day, cold, tired, and sore. The only difference this time is that I somehow managed to get myself thrown in prison. Last night was horrible, I never want to come back here. While I did want my weird vision to make a comeback, it returned to early. Last night my thoughts were filled with death while I laid there hopelessly, praying that the effect would wear off. Eventually, it did, and that was a joyous experience. No longer did I feel the presence of actual killers all around me.
My name needs to be cleared soon, I don't know how I'll make it through another full day with whatever you call my phenomenon.
I spot the grumpy, familiar face of the fat officer. He slowly takes steps toward my filthy cage. Wait, is he coming to me? I think... I think he is! I must be free! The slob walks right past me to another cell.
Oh, so it wasn't me. The happy moment came to an abrupt close, and again I had lost hope.
The man finally stops when he reaches a cage close to mine. It seems that the one being set free... is the wrong person. I watch as the evil man who almost killed me is released.
"Wait!" I shout, "You have the wrong person!"
How did they come to the conclusion that he was innocent? The man shot Crystal and literally confessed on the ride here that he went for the gun first! Was that chubby excuse for an officer even listening?
"Did you not hear me!" I boom again trying my hardest not to be stuck in this place for another couple of years.
Every other disgusting soul in here starts screaming too, but they aren't mad at me, the prisoners are making it clear that they should be let go instead. With all of this ruckus the greasy-looking, trashed, obese, cop doesn't pay any attention to me nor anyone else.
"Listen to me!" I thunder one last time, hoping a miracle will happen and he will hear me. Miracles rarely do though, and this just proves it. He didn't hear my last call for help.
The cold-blooded, awful guy starts hopping around like a ballerina. I doubt even he could have guessed that this would happen. Before he heads out his eyes meet with mine, it is pretty awkward for me. For him, it must be hilarious.
"Well, this is a turn of events." He starts while standing still. "Must feel bad you know, the whole, I am being released and you are going to be stuck in there for at least another five years thing. By the way, I no longer care about my question from earlier, have fun rotting away." And then like he was never there, the man quickly vanishes out of sight with the big cop.
Why does fate hate me? It made me poor, it crushed my dreams, and now it's sentencing me to jail.
I begin to sob, which I haven't done since I was fourteen. Normally this would embarrass me, but no thought is given to embarrassment, I just cry. Before I can really start bawling another jailkeeper comes up to me.
"Hey, someone wants to speak with you, if accepted your conversation will be limited to ten minutes."
Who would want to talk to me?
"Who is it?" I ask.
"He said his name was Jake Kile." He answers.
I now am sitting in a cold, metal, chair, looking right at Jake's uniform marking attire with his slick black hair. Meanwhile, I have an orange ugly prison outfit on with messy black hair. A wall of metal beams separates us. His side is clean and visitor friendly, while mine is dirty, rotten, and home to many different rodents, they seem to love letting me know they're here, running across the floor.
"Greg," Jake says.
"Wait, how do you know my name?" I return.
"I asked for it. listen Greg, I'm here to help you get out." He whispers.
"Wait, for real? Are we doing some crazy prison break?" I sound back seeming surprised, Jake doesn't seem like the mafia-type.
"No Greg that's ridiculous!" He exclaims with shock in his tone while staying quiet.
"Um, then why are you whispering." I question.
"Well Greg that doesn't seem like the best thing to say here with officers all around, no matter the intent." He says even quieter than before.
"Then what's your plan?" I am now curious.
"Greg, I don't exactly have one."
"Are you kidding me."
"No Greg."
"Can you stop saying my name!" I yell getting all the guard's attention and pushing Jake back.
"Oh, sorry Greg."
Ugh, I give up.
"It's ok, I'm-I'm just a little mad right now." I calm down taking deep breaths.
"No need to apologize Greg, I understand."
"Why do you want to help me?" I ask.
"Crystal told me you were innocent, and I believe her." Jake tells me.
Crystal, I completely forgot about her! I wonder if she's okay, maybe she can go retrieve that twenty and my hat.
"So, you set up a date yet?" I sarcastically ask.
Jake seems to look down hiding his face. "Greg, I don't think that is important or necessary to ask right now."
"I assume that is a yes?" I say with a grin, this is hilarious. He seems embarrassed like a twelve-year-old when your class knows who you like.
Jake gets up out of his seat quickly walking away. "Wait, I was just kidding!" I frantically shout at him. He is too uneasy and just leaves. Ugh, why did he have to be so soft skinned! Did I really just lose my biggest chance of escape, because of something that stupid?
When one of the officers realizes Jake left he orders me back to my small place.
As I proceed to my cell someone else comes up to my escort and me. "Daniel let em go, he has been ruled innocent." He says stopping us both.
"Well, It looks like it's your lucky day man." My escort says as he turns back around and starts heading to the exit.
At this point, I don't even know what to think. So many times I have thought freedom was close and it wasn't, but now it really is here.
"Yes, I'm going to finally leave this horrid place!" I shout.
The two just stare at me. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but weren't you only here for one day?" He asks.
I guess it has only been one day, the insanity I went through made it seem a lot longer. Again lost in my train of thought, I almost lose my ticket out of here. Quickly I run after the guard to catch up with him.
We arrive at the place I had spoken with Jake just a few minutes ago, except this time I was on the clean, tidy side. My eyes gleam at the sight of a door leading outside this place.
"I hope to not see you back here." The man jokingly says.
"Trust me, that would be the last thing I do. It isn't fun being in prison, especially if you didn't do anything to deserve it. Can I sue?" The question catches him off guard. "Maybe, but you shouldn't" He persuasively says.
Then it hits, my eyes start to sting, I already recognize what's happening to my poor pupils. The second that I blink it will happen again. Since prison isn't the best place for this to appear at I dart out the door leaving mid-conversation. Once I'm a good distance away from that nightmare of a place my eyes close. When they open the dark hallucination-like world appears. I don't mind it this time, I'm getting used to it. Those familiar blobs float around concentrating on people, and that new shade of color isn't bothering me anymore. It might be because I'm no longer near awful people, but I would like to think my mind is gaining control of this thing and suppressing the side effect of it's heart-stopping fear.
Then I spot Jake in the horizon heading down the sidewalk. I remember that I'm poor and haven't asked him for change yet. I start to speed walk his way. He turns his head side to side looking around and observing this grey cloudy day when he spots me. I thought after our awkward last conversation he would just keep walking away, but surprisingly the man does a 180-degree turn and starts running over to me.
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