Life Means Life - Original Writing :: Papers

Life delegacy Life - Original Writing The sly shoves and kicks from policework force didnt bformer(a) me. It was the look on their faces. They turned up their noses as if the smell of me was too foul to endure. Their eyeball seemed to darken at the sight of me. The first time it really clear up me that I was going to spend the rest of my life in prison was only when they took away my personal belongings. Everything that gave me a sense of identity, of individuality was cautiously listed and placed into that blue plastic box - a Mars stop over which I have loved since I was a little crevice my keys that never worked first time you twisted them in the lock my faded and familiar clothes that I refused to throw out just because they were old, and my bag with the picture of - my girlfriend who says she no longer loves me. These small insignificant things that do me an individual were stripped away literally and all that was left was me. Me. It make me break down right there in the room piece they were removing the laces from my shoes. We dont want any hangings tonight do we? said the surly officer. A humiliating, brutal and invasive search of my naked body followed amid sniggers and crude comments from the men in blue before being marched to my cell. By this point I was beyond caring. A switch in my mind was flicked and I stared back-to-back ahead, silently following the instructions of the uniformed guards neither flinching nor responding to anything anyone said or did. The door slammed shut and I surveyed my new home with its hard retreat and a bucket in a corner. I was placed in solitary confinement for my own security which meant I didnt have to face the other inmates immediately although I realised at some point that I would have to. Solitary confinement - time to give me think about the weeks and months leading up to this point and the crime they say I committed.