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THE CLANKING NOISE OF THE cell door signified it was opening “London, are you ready?”

With shaking hands, I grabbed lance in the mirror showed my caramel eyes ide and scared I tucked a strand of chestnut hair behindtoward the sweet face of Deborah, the on-duty wouard “Yes, I’m ready” My voice was shaky

I was about to be free

Free

The word felt like a vice in ed for, but at the same time didn’t deserve for what I was told I had done Part of ain if it was true

“We have your new ID ready as well as soative thoughts

Forcing a suard out into the main block Deborah was kind and always looked out for the best interest of the inuards were downright terrifying I learned as long as I minded my own business, didn’t conored me

An involuntary shiver ran through ht about the more unpleasant memories from my four years in prison Once I’d been transferred froo, life became easier

The screams

The fights

The having to be on your guard every second

Closing my eyes, I pushed the memories aside

It was a so, I’d been sentenced to prison for involuntary h I have no recollection of the events froed my life, I served my time

Doctors believed my lack of memory was due to the impact of the collision In their ter From the photos I saw afterward, the indention of the windshield told the story of how hard I hit I flinch at the thought

The events of what happened that fateful night were erased The fog never lifted in the four years I’d been in Aliceville Alabama Federal Prison From all the evidence presented, there was no doubt I’d been responsible for hitting the boy with my car My lawyer expressed that, in his opinion, I was lucky to have only gotten four years

Lucky

There was nothing lucky about what happened

Taking a deep breath, the bleach s time permeated my nose For the last tih Every surface was hard, cold, and a dingy white that never looked clean

Sterile

Unfriendly