T is for Thoughts

Hello!  Welcome back!  I hope you are ready for the next blog post in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  If you missed the last blog post, definitely go read that one.  Click here or you will be very confused in reading today’s installment.

For this story, I am participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.  I felt that this was a really good opportunity for me to not only express my creativity, but challenge myself to building a very long story that could be cut up into multiple parts.  And for it all to make sense!  So if you want to follow along with other blog posts in the challenge, check the hashtag #AtoZchallenge to follow along.

This story would be categorized as Dark.  Thank you so much and I will see you tomorrow for the next installment.  Enjoy!

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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