The interrogation room is dark and gloomy. I’ve been sitting in here for hours, waiting and waiting for the detectives to come and talk to me. My hair is the only thing that comforts me as I wait.
I pull lightly on a curl and watch it bounce back into place. A click noise sounds and I look up at the door to see one of the cops that brought me in, Kelso I think.
“Sorry for such the long wait, I brought you something to snack on. I know they don’t give you anything good in the prison.” She slides a bag of Cheeto Puffs and Coke over to me. I haven’t eaten at all in prison. The women in my cell block almost beat the shit out of me my first day for refusing to give up my food. In the end, I did end up giving them my plate but I don’t think I can spend my whole life in a place like that. Especially if I didn’t do anything.
“Thanks,” I respond quietly as I open the sealed bag. The smell of artificial cheese fills my senses and the taste of my first bite is amazing.
“So Gianna, can you tell me again where you were June 10th, 2013 at approximately 10 pm?”
“I was in my room at my foster home,” I pull another Cheeto from the bag, “My foster parent was Will Waverley.”
“Can Will Waverley confirm this?” She jots down a few notes and looks up at me.
“No, he was at work that night and my foster brother David was out,” She nods, “I still don’t understand why I’ve been arrested, I never did anything to any of these people.”
“I don’t understand you, Gianna. Even after you’ve been arrested and put in jail, you still don’t tell the truth,” Agent Ryan comes into the room and takes a seat next to the other detective, his strong jawline and piercing blue eyes make him look intimidating.
“I’m not admitting to something I didn’t do. Even if we go to trial I’m not pleading guilty. I don’t care if I lose this case, if I’m going down, I’m going down swinging,” I pop open my soda and take a long drink.
“Gianna, I advise you stop talking,” My lawyer, Jesse, comes into the room, her blonde hair tied up in a knot on top of her head, “You two know you’re not eligible to question my client unless I’m present.”
“We have all we need right now, we’ll talk soon,” Agent Kelso says as she stands from the table, Ryan follows and just as they leave, Jess turns to me.
“So, we have your initial appearance in court today. They’re gonna tell you where you’re staying, either the prison or home and then we’ll keep going from there.”
“Is there a possibility that I will be able to go home?” I look down at the yellow jumpsuit I’ve been wearing for the last few days. It just labels me a criminal.
“You have 27 suspected murder charges and drug dealing charges, so the chances are very low for you but if for some reason the judge sees past that then you’ll most likely be put under twenty-four-hour house arrest until your preliminary hearing.” I nod and take a sip of my drink.
“Okay, well I have to go meet with another client but I’ll speak with you later Gianna,” She stands, adjusts her skirt and then walks out of the room. Two guards come in and uncuff me from the table before placing the handcuffs on my wrists again.
I’m walked back to my cell that I share with a girl who was picked up for pushing drugs on the street. I haven’t really spoken with her besides the fact that she steals my food.
I quietly climb back onto my bunk and lay down on the stiff wood they call a bed. I retie my hair up in a bun and sigh deeply. My eyes are trained on the ceiling and I feel the weight on my chest get heavier, I’m actually in jail. Murders I didn’t even commit are being put under my name every time someone looks me up.
“Aye, it trues you in here for 27 murders?” The girl I share my cell with comes off her bed and stares me down.
“Yeah, I am,” I sit up on the bed and back up against the wall.
“Did you do it?” She asks as she sits on the floor.
“No,” The word comes out as a whisper and I clear my throat when I realize she didn’t hear me, “No I didn’t,” I say louder this time.
“Damn, niggas don’t know how to investigate shit. This justice system is so fucked up my nigga, they got at least twelve dirty cops that work up in here. You know that hood rat, Bianca? She fuckin’ one.”
“Wow,” Is all I can say, I didn’t think the dirty cop thing actually happened in the real world.
“Aye, I’m sorry for takin yo shit like that the past few days, I gotta prove to the other bitches that nobody mess with me while I’m locked up.”
“No, it’s okay. I think you’re doing me a favor, to be honest, the food looks pretty disgusting.”
“You ain’t wrong about that,” She laughs quietly, “So how old are you?”
“I just turned eighteen in July,” Her eyes widen and she sits up a little straighter.
“You playin right? Girl, you only eighteen and they got you locked up like an animal on 27 murders, the hell kind of psycho they think you is?” I shrug and play with the paper thin cotton blanket under me, “Damn man, if I was you I’d throw a fit like a mother fucker.”
“I wish I could,” I chuckle, leaning my head on the wall, “This has been the worst week of my life and I think in a couple hours my initial visit is happening.”
“I hope you get out of here kid, at least for a little bit, cause these bitches in here are crazy, and you don’t deserve that crazy.”
I nod and tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
I can only hope all goes well.