W is for Wishes

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W is for Wishes

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Aspen felt herself smile at her parents.  She was thankful for them even if they couldn’t do much.  An officer put his hand on her shoulder, telling her it was time to leave.  She gave both their hands a squeeze before standing up and being led out of the visitation room.  It was nice to see her parents but at the same time she wished they hadn’t seen her in the prison jumpsuit.  She felt like she was a disappointment to her parents, but there was nothing she could do.

She spent the next couple days filling her walls with artwork.  She had actually managed to fill all of the walls and while she was out in the visitation room, someone came in and painted over a wall for her to start over.  It was kind of nice.

It was two days before Aspen was supposed to die and she still wasn’t prepared.  She tried to forget that anything was happening, but that wasn’t going to happen.  She still wasn’t completely sure why this was happening to her, but she couldn’t do anything about it.

After her visitation with her parents, Aspen was lead to another room.  It reminded her of an interrogation room, a single table and 2 chairs with a light above them.  She was seated in one chair and her hands were chained to the table.  The warden walked in and sat across from her.  He cleared his throat as he set a pen and notepad down on the table.  “Aspen Thompson.  I am here to get your wishes.  What you would like done with your assets and what you would like your final meal to be.”

Aspen nodded.  “Uh…yeah…so I want my parents to have all of my stuff.  They deserve to have any of my money and belongings that still exist.  Not that I had much anyway.”

The warden scratched a note down on the notepad and looked back at her.  “And your final meal?”

She had to think.  What would be the best thing to have on her final day alive?  “Uh…let’s see.  I want…”  She paused.  What did she really want?  “A steak.  A nice juicy steak cooked medium well.  And a baked potato, but not any kind of potato, like a giant loaded potato with lots of butter and bacon.  And some garlic bread, maybe 2 slices.  And a large Pepsi to wash it down with.”  She nodded.  “Yeah…that’s what I want.”

The warden wrote down what she wanted and smiled at her.  “That sounds like a nice hearty delicious meal.  I could go for one of those right now actually.”

She nodded.  “Yeah…uh, can you add a slice of cheesecake?  I think that would be a great dessert.”

The warden added the dessert to the list before looking at her again.  “Is there anything else you would like?  Anything said about you in your obituary?”

“Yeah.  I would like it known that I was innocent.  I never intended on killing my ex-boyfriend, it was a complete accident.  Even though nobody will believe me, I still want it known.”

The warden scribbled what she had said in his notepad before standing up and leaving the room.  Aspen was soon unchained from the desk and led out the door.  Her final wishes were now laid out on paper and she hoped that they were okay.

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V is for Visitor

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V is for Visitor

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“NO!”  Aspen screamed at the men.  This wasn’t what she wanted.  This wasn’t supposed to happen.  Her whole life was falling apart and there was nothing she could do about it.  The men left Aspen screaming in her room, sliding the heavy door behind them.  Aspen fell onto the bed and cried into her pillow until she was cried herself to sleep.

Her head was pounding when she woke up.  Aspen knew she had cried herself to sleep but she must’ve hit her head against the wall while she slept.  Hopefully that was all she did.  Her eyes slowly opened to a giant black flower that she had drawn the night before.  It was so much bigger than she remembered drawing.

She rolled over when she heard the creak of the door rolling open.  She quickly stood up and ran her hand through her hair.  An officer stepped into her room.  “Thompson.  You have a visitor.  Come with me.”  Aspen reached out her hands and they were handcuffed together.

The officer led her out of the cell and down the long hallway.  She walked quietly, not sure who was going to visit her.  She didn’t have any friends on the outside.

Aspen was led into the visitation room to see her parents sitting at a table.  She wanted to run and hug them, but she knew that was against the rules.  She swiftly walked over the the table and sat down.  “Hi.”

Her mom grabbed onto her hand.  “I’m assuming you’ve heard the news…”  Her voice trailed off.

Aspen nodded.  “Yeah…I heard…unfortunately.”  She could feel tears starting to form in her eyes.  She didn’t want to cry in front of her parents but she couldn’t tell where her emotions were.

A couple tears fell down her mom’s cheeks.  “I…I don’t want you to die Aspen.  You are my baby, my only daughter.  I know things happened between you and Jacob, but that doesn’t mean you were completely at fault.  But I need to know if you did it on purpose or not.  I want to hear it from you.”

“No…I didn’t do it on purpose.  It was a complete accident and I never meant to kill Jacob.  If the person I bought the gun from had told me it was loaded I would’ve been more careful.  But I was dumb.  I’m sorry.”

Her father shook his head.  “What’s done is done.  You can’t change anything that happened in the past.  And we wish that we could’ve done more but there’s no changing the governor’s mind.  He had said wanted you to die the moment you ran away.”

Aspen felt tears starting to form in her eyes.  “I don’t want to die.  I don’t want to be stuck here.  I know I made mistakes but I don’t want to die.  I have so much more to live for.”

Her parents both grabbed her hands and squeezed them.  Her mom frowned.  “I know sweetheart, but like your father said there is nothing you can do and there’s nothing we can do.  But we will come and visit you everyday.  We want to see you as much as we can.”

Aspen felt herself smile at her parents.  She was thankful for them even if they couldn’t do much.  An officer put his hand on her shoulder, telling her it was time to leave.  She gave both their hands a squeeze before standing up and being led out of the visitation room.  It was nice to see her parents but at the same time she wished they hadn’t seen her in the prison jumpsuit.  She felt like she was a disappointment to her parents, but there was nothing she could do.

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U is for Uncapped

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U is for Uncapped

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Tears started to trickled down Aspen’s cheeks.  She hated thinking about what was going to happen while she sat and rotted in the cell.  But she had to try to stay calm while she was here.  She didn’t want to lose her mind while sitting in her cell.

She sat there for quite some time before dinner was served.  She was given her tray of a bologna sandwich, a slice of chocolate cake, milk, and some vegetables.  She slowly ate it, trying to savor whatever flavor there was in the meal.  The officer came by shortly after and collected her tray.

But when Aspen turned around she heard something fall on the floor.  She turned back to the door to see a sharpie sitting on the floor.  How did that get there?  Did the officer drop it?  Aspen bent down and gently picked up the sharpie.  She opened the cap, it looked like a brand new pen.

She looked around the room and saw an empty canvas.  The walls were blank except for the window that someone else had drawn and the random words.  She uncapped the pen and drew a straight line on the wall.  A chill ran down her spine, she hadn’t drawn anything in a very long time.

Aspen’s hands moved back and forth as she drew leaves and flowers on the wall.  Large leaves covered the cinder block walls, creating the illusion of being in the jungle.  Giant flowers started to bloom around the leaves.  Aspen stood up on the bed and stretched as close to the ceiling to keep her drawing going.  She drew over the window, adding extra detail to make it more realistic.

The door to her cell slid open and Aspen pinned herself against the wall.  The officer walked into her cell and his eyes widened.  “What?  What is going on in here?”

Aspen swallowed.  “Uh…I found a sharpie in here and started drawing.  I…I know I shouldn’t but I just thought it was a good creative outlet.  I…I’m sorry.”

The officer stood in awe at the art that was on the wall.  “This…this is beautiful…I know I should be mad but this…this is stunning.”  He backed out of the room.  “Don’t do anything else until I get back.”  He quickly closed her door and she couldn’t see him anymore.

She sat down on the bed and twiddled her thumbs as she waited.  It felt like an eternity before the officer came back.  But this time he came back with the warden.  They both stepped in the cell.  “See sir.  I told you, I should be mad at this but I can’t be.  It’s beautiful.”

The warden’s eyes scanned the entire room.  “I can see we have a talented artist here.  Sergeant we are going to leave her here, feel free to get her more art utensils.  Not like she’s going to be living here much longer.”

“Wait?  What?”  Aspen stood up and looked at the officer and the warden.  “What do you mean I won’t be living here much longer?  Am I getting released?”

The warden laughed.  “No sweetheart.  The governor signed a letter early this morning sending you to lethal injection at the end of the week.  So I might as well let you have some fun before you die.”

“NO!”  Aspen screamed at the men.  This wasn’t what she wanted.  This wasn’t supposed to happen.  Her whole life was falling apart and there was nothing she could do about it.  The men left Aspen screaming in her room, sliding the heavy door behind them.  Aspen fell onto the bed and cried into her pillow until she was cried herself to sleep.

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T is for Thoughts

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T is for Thoughts

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“Welcome to solitary.  Your new home for the next however many days you are here.  I hope you can get comfortable and enjoy your new home.”  Aspen was spun around, handcuffs removed, and she was pushed into the tiny cell.  The door slowly rolled shut, closing with a loud thud.  All that was left was just Aspen and her thoughts.

She slowly unpacked her box.  She fitted the sheet and blanket to the tiny mattress and placed the pillow against the wall, trying to make her little cell feel like a home.  Aspen sat down on the bed and looked around at the four walls that were now her home.

Someone had etched a window into one of the walls.  It wasn’t a real view, but it was something to look at it.  Whoever was in this cell last had a lot of time on their hands.  There were a lot of random words written on the walls, none of them making much sense.

Aspen sat back on the bed and leaned against the wall.  She took a couple deep breaths, trying to keep her cool while she was sitting in solitary.  She didn’t want to panic and lose her mind while sitting in this tiny cell.

Okay Aspen.  Deep breath in.  Deep breath out.  Relax.  Okay…why are you here?  Oh yeah, I ran away.  But does that warrant me being in solitary confinement?  Maybe…I guess…I guess that’s up to the officers.  Or maybe the warden made that decision.  But do I really deserve to be in solitary?

Maybe it’s so they can keep a better eye on me?  Since I got away in the first place, they probably had to take extra measures to make sure that I stayed here.  I wonder if they other girls who got out were put in solitary as well?  Who knows…I’ll never get to talk to them anyway.

And this probably hasn’t help my cause.  Escaping has probably sealed my fate as never getting out of prison and being free.  Great…good job Aspen.  You have just ruined the rest of your life by running away from prison to just be caught and stuck back in this hellhole.  You have just stamped your passport to hell and are now stuck in here forever.  Wonderful.

They have probably changed my sentence.  I’m never getting out of this place.  I’m never going to see the outside again and live a normal life.  I’m never getting married.  I’m never getting to have kids.  I’m never going to grow old and sit on the porch while drinking tea with my husband.  I’m never going to find love.  I’m going to go crazy sitting in here.  I am just a waste of space in here.  I am nothing.  I am useless.

Tears started to trickled down Aspen’s cheeks.  She hated thinking about what was going to happen while she sat and rotted in the cell.  But she had to try to stay calm while she was here.  She didn’t want to lose her mind while sitting in her cell.

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S is for Solitary

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S is for Solitary

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The officer turned back to the door and exited the room, leaving Aspen to her own thoughts.  Aspen thought it was kind of strange that the officer was asking her all of these questions, but she wasn’t ready for what was to come.  She knew that she was heading back to jail, but she wasn’t sure what was going to happen while she was there.

She sat by herself for what felt like hours.  It was very quiet in the room: no music, no people to talk to, no anything.  She was all by herself just like the past month.

Suddenly 2 officers barged into the small room and grabbed Aspen.  She was dragged out of the interrogation room and forced into a police car.  She felt like she was an animal being forced to go to the slaughterhouse.  It was humiliating.

The drive to the their destination was long and uneventful.  All Aspen could do was look out of the window and try to watch the world through the bars of the cop car.  She tried to pretend that she was in a racecar and they were racing against the other cars on the freeway.  She was also able to listen into the officers talking about their favorite fast food places.  The driver liked McDonald’s while the passenger liked Sonic.  Aspen preferred Taco Bell.

The arrived at the prison where Aspen was once again dragged out of the police car.  The building seemed so much bigger than she remembered.  The doors to booking seemed much more daunting now that she was coming in again.  But then again, the first time she was crying so hard that she didn’t have time to notice.

She was pulled into booking and forced to change into her inmate jumpsuit.  The red color made her shiver as the bad memories started to flood into her brain.  The officers yelled at her to quickly get dressed.  She did so, hoping to not get into any more trouble before she got past booking.  When Aspen finished dressing, her hands were cuffed and she was led down a long hallway.  They passed through a couple doors before the officers stopped at a single door and opened it.

Inside was nothing.  There was a single toilet and a single metal bed set with a thin mattress.  There wasn’t a window, making the room even darker and seem smaller than it actually was.  It wasn’t pleasant.  And all that Aspen had was the small box that she was given in booking.  Inside the box was a single sheet, blanket, toilet paper, and a small pillow.  She was excited to have her own room, but she wasn’t excited for what it meant.

“Welcome to solitary.  Your new home for the next however many days you are here.  I hope you can get comfortable and enjoy your new home.”  Aspen was spun around, handcuffs removed, and she was pushed into the tiny cell.  The door slowly rolled shut, closing with a loud thud.  All that was left was just Aspen and her thoughts.

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R is for Regret

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R is for Regret

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Aspen slammed her hands on the table and stood up.  “I am not guilty!  I would never do something like this!  You can ask my family and friends!”  She felt the rage starting to boil up inside of her.  She didn’t know what this officer was implying, but she didn’t like it.  No matter what these people believed, she was not guilty.

The officer sighed.  “Aspen.  Please sit down.  Let’s talk civilly okay?”  Aspen did as she was told, falling into her respective chair.  The officer smiled.  “Thank you.  Now, let’s get to the problem at hand.  Why did you leave?  If you know you aren’t guilty, why wouldn’t you stay inside and try to prove your innocence?”

Aspen leaned on the table and ran her hand through her short hair.  She shook her head.  “I don’t know.  I just…I…I thought that maybe I could somehow prove my innocence if I had enough time outside.  But too many people were on the lookout for me and I couldn’t find enough places to hide.  So honestly, I didn’t think everything through.  I just wanted to get out.”

“Do you regret any of it?”

The question surprised Aspen, she hadn’t expected to answer that question.  “Which part?  Accidentally killing my boyfriend or running away from the prison?”

The officer paused.  “Both.  Let’s start with your boyfriend.”

Aspen let out a long breath.  “Uh…yeah…I know that I could’ve done other things to scare him.  But my first thought was a gun and I don’t know why.  I guess I was afraid that even if I left he would somehow find me and drag me back to that apartment.  And his family thought he was an angel.  But do I regret it?”  She sighed.  “Yeah.  I wish I would’ve considered my options before just straight buying a gun.  I wish I would’ve just gone home to my parents and apologized for everything I put them through.  Because I put them through a lot while I was dating that idiot.”

“And what about escaping the prison?”

“Uh…yeah.  I do regret that.  Because now that I look back on it I was dumb to run away.  I didn’t have anyone on the outside to help me so I was just kinda stuck.  I was left to my own devices and I didn’t do very well.  Obviously.”

The officer stood up and made her way to the door.  But before she opened the door she turned back around to look at Aspen.  “You know what?  Honestly, if you had someone on the outside to help you, I don’t think we would’ve caught you.  The only reason we got you was because the motel worker was a crime fan and she was infatuated with your case.  So when she saw you she had to look further into it.  But, you have to give her some credit.  She did at least let you have a good nights sleep before being hauled off again.”

The officer turned back to the door and exited the room, leaving Aspen to her own thoughts.  Aspen thought it was kind of strange that the officer was asking her all of these questions, but she wasn’t ready for what was to come.  She knew that she was heading back to jail, but she wasn’t sure what was going to happen while she was there.

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Q is for Questioning

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Q is for Questioning

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Tears streamed down her face as she felt the humiliation and embarrassment of the situation come over her.  She couldn’t believe she had actually been caught.  She had taken a risk to be more comfortable but it turned out to hurt her.  As Aspen was sat down in the back of the police car, she let out a cry.  But it wasn’t a cry of sadness, it was a cry of pain.

Aspen let the tears flow down her face as she sat in the car.  No matter how hard she had tried she had somehow still got caught.  Her face was buried in her hands and she couldn’t see where she was being taken.

The car came to a stop and Aspen was dragged out into the sun.  She was pulled into the police station and thrown onto the floor of a small interrogation room.   Her arms covered her head, almost as if she was trying to protect herself from an invisible being.  After staying on the floor for a minute, Aspen slowly lifted her body and moved into a chair at the table.  She sat there, praying that nothing would happen and she would somehow manage to go free.

The female officer who was at the motel walked into the room and sat down opposite from Aspen.  She smiled.  “Aspen Thompson.  Can I get you anything before we start?”

Aspen immediately recognized her voice as the one who was talking to her through the door.  She shook her head.  “No.  Unless you can let me go.”

The officer sighed.  “Unfortunately I can’t do that.  I’m sorry.”  She frowned.  “How long did you think you could hide?”

Aspen shrugged.  “Long enough to find people who could help me change my identity.  I had only been gone for a month, who knows what would’ve happened if I was gone for 6 months or a year.  Once I changed my name and it would’ve been a million times easier to hide out.”

The officer leaned forward, getting slightly closer to Aspen.  “So why did you do it?  Why did you run away?”

“Wouldn’t you?  If you had to opportunity to run away wouldn’t you do it?”

The officer shrugged.  “I don’t know.  If I knew I was safe I don’t think I would leave.  Especially prison.”

“Nah…I saw an opportunity and I took it.  I didn’t do anything wrong in the first place.  My trial was rigged, it was an accident.  I didn’t plan on murdering Jacob.  I didn’t plan on trying to get away with it.  I was planning on scaring him enough to have him change his manipulative ways.  I didn’t know the gun was loaded.”

The officer smirked.  “That’s what every guilty person says when they get brought in for questioning.”

Aspen slammed her hands on the table and stood up.  “I am not guilty!  I would never do something like this!  You can ask my family and friends!”  She felt the rage starting to boil up inside of her.  She didn’t know what this officer was implying, but she didn’t like it.  No matter what these people believed, she was not guilty.

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