V is for Visitor

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!

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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