A Guest in the Jail (Day I)A Chapter by Kay BeaverI still have hope...A
GUEST IN THE JAIL
DAY
I
I
still have hope…
Martin moved toward
the entrance of detention center with a few armed guards around him. His
handcuffs were cold and annoying. He was so scared but he wasn’t feeling any
regret about what he has done. Whatever he has done was for his burning flame Violet. Having come closer to his
unavoidable end, Martin realized that flame had really burned him once again.
He was a 17 year-old prisoner in a jail! Anything wouldn’t be the same anymore
in his point of view. All the life he dreamed on has gone in a half-hour court. “Young
defendant Martin was sentenced to 7 days’ imprisonment”. What would he do? He was in a jail
now! A jail for murderers, thieves, anarchists and Martin. He didn’t want to imagine what kind of people he will meet
inside. It was an insulting situation for him and for his family, so his father
would never forgive him. Insulting voices were still sounding around Martin’s
ears. “You
have humiliated our family’s honor son! How could you do it to us?” “My dear son… You were always a nice boy. I
can’t see you in a jail. I can’t…” “You
are a monster Martin! You hear me? I will never ever forgive you! Whatever you
have done to Tom will be the end of you!” Martin wanted to get his dad, mom and
Violet’s sounds out of his head but he couldn’t. He was trying hard since guards
handcuffed and putted him into the car in order to take him detention center. While
he was drowning in his thoughts, a guard came to him. “Take your clothes off for security search boy!”
said guard. Martin did whatever they asked. Guards wanted to be sure about he
has no bugs or illegal drugs in any hole of his body. After a few insulting
processes they gave a little board written his name and his entering date on
his hands to take a picture for record. End of the processes one of the guards
wanted Martin to follow him. Moving towards his cell, out of the blue, a mirror
caught his eye. The view on the mirror was not Martin anymore. He was a
hopeless prisoner in the orange clothes. “Get into the cell” shouted guard. Martin
looked his little cell. He missed his room, which he didn’t use to like so
much. There were just an uncomfortable bed and a toilette in his cell. No
books, no computer, no television, no friends… Just Martin and his annoying
memories… What would he do? “Oh, dear Violet… My burning flame… Whatever I
have done was just for you, why can’t you see it? I love you more than anything”
whispered into the darkness. Until they find him a ward, he would stay in that
cell for today. He was about to die because of thoughts nibbles his mind. Just
for a minute he considered that if he had a roommate, it would be easier to
stand that 7 days in the jail. There were no time between that idea’s coming
and leaving. He was in a jail! What kind of boy he could chat with. He had
nothing to talk with a prisoner scum. “But
am I a scum too?” “Time to leave boy!”
shouted guard. They had found a ward for him to stay. Martin walked towards his
new ward. Time was almost late hour of the night. He had a terrible headache.
As soon as he entered his new ward his new roommate had eyed him and shouted at
him. “Fresh blood!” Martin
moved into the ward with his anger and melancholy inside. His roommate eyed at Martin’s
face and shouted at him again. ‘‘Do you have a name
fresh blood?’’ His
roommate was pretty tall and looked strong. His black straight hair was
covering his ears. In comparison with Martin, he had stubbly beard. Martin was
always jealous of his equals who have beard. Even being prejudiced was not a
manner of Martin at all; he hated his new roommate at first sight. He must be
hiding something behind his cheerful face. Something full of suffer. After
Martin’s a bit long look at his new roommate, he decided to answer the
question. ‘‘Martin, if you will
stop shouting at me.’’ “And I am Walter.
Pleasure to meet you!” “Yes, anyway…” ‘‘Apparently, you have the worst story
ever to tell me haven’t you?’’ Martin
was in two minded about telling him his story but he started. Apparently he has
nothing to do in those 7 days. “Absolutely the worst story ever. Can’t
you see that! I’m in a jail at my young age!” he complained. Walter eyed him
with a grin and he said, “If you told me your
story, I would decide either the worst or the best.” Martin
was getting angry to Walter in every second. “Alright, in a
nutshell I loved a girl more than anything. I could do everything for her.
However, she had never given me a chance. One day I saw her with a dumb a*s and
I knocked the daylights out of him. As you can see I ended up in here. I will
stay in that rubbish for one week! ” Walter
started to burst into laughter. “Dude, you just told me a fairy story.” Martin
had burst with anger. “How do you dare?” Can’t you see that!
I don’t have a life anymore! I’m a prisoner…” “So you don’t have a life hah?” said
Walter slowly and continued, “So here comes my story. I’ve never met
my father because he died when I was a baby. My stepfather was a dick. He used
to torture us every day. One night he was drunk again. He was beating my mother
over and over again. After my mother’s hopeless screams I put my stepfather’s
shotgun against his head then I pulled my trigger, now he’s dead!” After Martin heard the story he felt
broken down. There was no difference with drama movies. He looked at his
friend’s sad face. First time in his life he was looking at a murderer’s face.
Walter continued to talk, “My mother never forgave me. In her
opinion, god will never forgive me too. I will burn in the hell you know. She
never came here to see me. Besides, unlike you, I didn’t find enough time to
fall in love with anyone.” Martin couldn’t find anything to tell him. He was
right. He thought his life was ruined and never would change, but he realized
that he was still living in a fairy tale. One week later he could break free
while Walter couldn’t, he would be able to hug his father again while Walter
wouldn’t and his mother would forgive him while Walter’s wouldn’t… “I am so sorry for
this Walt.” “Don’t be.” “And forgive me for
being mean” “Not a big deal. Keep
your pecker up! You will be our guest for 7 days as far as I know. We have a
lot to see” While
Martin was looking at his ward a boy sleeping in his bed has caught his eye. “Who is that guy?” “Jasper… You can meet
him tomorrow. He is a weird guy. Sometimes he sleeps early, but I remember that
once he didn’t sleep for almost one week.” “Jesus! He gotta be
crazy. What kind of person he is?” “A withdrawn and sad person” Martin
asked him with his all wonder. “What is his deal?
Why is he here?” “A long story for another
day Martin. It is pretty late right?” “Alright, maybe I can
ask that question Jasper tomorrow morning” Walter
laughed. “Believe me I will be
the only one that you can learn his story from.” Martin
surprised. “Why?” “Because, he is not a
chatterbox like me you know. He came there 1 year ago. Day by day he became a
more depressed and sad guy. No one comes to visit him like me. I am his friend
but he doesn’t even talk to me at these days. I barely know his story.” “I hope we will accomplish
to speak him” “I hope” said Walter
slowly. They didn’t talk
after that moment. They headed to their beds. That night had taught Martin many
things. For starters he was the most hopeful man in the world anymore. After he
has gained his freedom he could be a lawyer to save innocent children like
Walter. He could run after his love, his burning flame, again or he could meet
totally a new girl who would make him happiest man in the world, although, even himself doesn’t believe that
another girl idea. And despite not knowing Jasper well; he won’t be as
depressed as him. He was cheering up
while thinking about his future. Suddenly he couldn’t contain himself for
thinking about Walter. He had never lived in a good life and he won’t be able
to live tomorrow too. He mustn’t have any hope for living. It was so tragic.
While he was about to sleep Walter whispered him, “I still have hope
Martin…” © 2016 Kay BeaverAuthor's Note
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