Wednesday, January 18, 2017

#6: Still Waters Run Deep

"Your mother is here." A man's voice said. Joon's head pounded so hard, her pulse throbbed down her neck.

"Joonie," Her mother's voice rang out as she entered. Cold hands wrapped around Joon's wrists, pressing the silver tight handcuffs closer to her raw skin. She had been rubbing against the cuffs so hard the guards were forced to tighten them.

"Joonie look at me." Her mother repeated. Joon couldn't escape this anymore. There was no where left to run. Joon's eyes flitted up, pupils dilated. A tall man holding a brief case stood behind her mother, hesitantly waiting.

"This is our lawyer, Oscar. He's gonna help us get you out of here. sweetie." Her voice was so sweet, it could rot teeth with just one bite.

"Why would you want to help me?" Joon shocked herself as the words bubbled out.

"Because I love you, we-we love you, and miss you and you've been gone so long. You're not taking your medicine Joon, and we didn't know where-"

"Why would you help me when I killed him? I did it, there's no way to deny-" Joon couldn't finish her sentence, refusing to look at the woman with matching green eyes and frizzy hair.

"Joon, you don't understand. You're sick."

"No you don't understand! I killed him! He- the blood- my hands! How can you look me in the eye and l-lie to me!" She felt herself screaming, tears welling over and dripping down her cheeks. The guards ushered Joon's mother and Oscar out, telling them patiently to come back again tomorrow. Colors flashed before Joon's vision and she gripped the edge of the table so she wouldn't tumble to the floor.

Time seemed to fall in and out of focus, and Joon found herself watching the stars and moon from the window outside the door as a guard tied the shoes of her skates. They were allowing some of the calmer convicts to ice skate out of the pond behind the prison late at night. Joon was shocked that they miraculously had her size.
The crips cold air sent shivers down her spin as her metal skates tore thought the ice. Her body floated through the air, stopping at a choppy gap in the ice. Joon looked down to see a shallow hole, large enough to have held something. Curiosity bubbled in her brain, but she tried desperately not to think of anything at all.

She looked back up to the sky, puffs of white breath falling from her lips. Joon had always loved the stars, but tonight she hated them.

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