Ive been up for quite some time. I'm not sure exactly how long but it's definitely been a while, there's now sounds in the hallway outside my cell.
A little while later the cell door unlocks and the door is pulled open. I stand up as the lights turn on and I can see a security officer in the doorway.
His eyes land on me. Then his eyes start to dart around the room and his face pales. I don't think he likes my artwork. I can't help but laugh.
Its comical. He slams the door closed then locks it and then I hear the sound of his footsteps rushing away.
Within a few minutes I can hear multiple footsteps. There's definitely more than one person coming now. The footsteps get louder then they stop. The door unlocks then it swings open a moment later the security officer steps in followed by Mr Tiz.
Mr Tiz looks furious. I don't understand why though. I believe I used my time and resources well and painting is certainly a practical thing to do. Whether he ever agrees with me I'll never know. I can't help but laugh at them, their reactions are way too funny.
Mr Tiz storms out of my cell clearly having a bee in his bonnet. The security officer glances at me in what I can guess is disbelief, he then rushes out and closes the door. The door locks and I'm left alone. I lay back down and sing to pass the time.
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Mr Tiz left quite a while ago so when I hear multiple footsteps again I can only guess it's him and the officer again.
When the footsteps stop there's a small exchange of words then the door unlocks and opens. Mr Tiz walks in followed by two police officers. Great!
'Hope you were in here for a punishment not for a free rein to vandalise school property, this' he gestures at the walls and raises his voice 'is vandalism! I will not tolerate this! you will clean this up when your back! do you understand girl?' he shouts. I shrug my shoulders. Isn't he the one that's supposed to be in charge, what's he asking me for. His face is red but he doesn't carry on instead he storms out of my cell.
The young police officer steps forward
'Stand up and turn around, put your hands behind your back' I do as I'm asked, then the officer places cuffs on my wrists. He then holds my shoulder and reads me my rights. When his finished he turns me then I'm pulled out of my cell.
I'm pulled out of secure and into the hallway, passing Mr Tiz on the way. I'm pulled to the end, straight into the cell I was thrown into on my first day here. The cell door shuts and then it's locked then Mr Tiz talks on his radio.
The door to the outside world is pushed open and I'm pulled out, then pulled across the car park and then I'm shoved into the back of a police car.
The free ride to the police station doesn't take too long. Maybe 15 minutes. I've manoeuvred my body to get my hands to the front of me. We pull through the back gates of the station and the driver pulls up then cuts the engine.
They both open their doors and climb out then my door is opened so I climb out. The young officer grabs my shoulder roughly so I head but him. He drops to the floor while the other officer pulls out a baton while talking on her radio. She steps closer but not within reach.
The custody suite door swings open with a loud bang and police officers come barrelling out the door and they start charging towards me. I run!
I don't manage to get far before I'm tackled to the ground. I thrash and kick at the officer that made me fall, it's futile as other officers are already here and start to pin me down on the ground. I don't give up my fight though. I start screaming 'get me John'.
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I've been out here for a good five minutes thrashing before an authoritative voice calls out into the courtyard at the officers
'Do I have to deal with everything around here?' He questions. An officer standing by the bundle on top of me runs over to the man, they start talking and then the man pulls out his phone.
I watch as the man types on his phone then puts the phone to his ear. It's a moment before he starts talking into the phone. I have no idea what his saying but he doesn't seem too pleased with what's being said.
The man pulls his phone down then taps at the screen. He then walks swiftly over to us. He crouches down with his phone in his hand then places it in front of me. The sound is turned up.
'Hope stop screaming' John orders and I do.
'Now listen to me, you need to calm down, take deep breaths for me, stay still then the officers will let you go, come on deep breaths hope' his voice is reassuring and I start to take deep breaths. Ten in total until I'm calm.
I've stopped thrashing now and Johns face is watching me. He can tell I'm calm so he orders
'Release her' but nobody moves.
I freak. The hands are still on me. I hear 'sarg' called out but Its too late, I tart thrashing again. I hate these hands on me! The Sargent is quiet!
'Listen to his orders' the Sargent shouts. John calls out at me in that reassuring voice again
'Hope! Come on settle down, deep breaths again' I gasp deep breaths in and stop thrashing, my breathing steadies and I stop shaking.
'Now let her go!' John shouts. The hands release me and I curl up in a ball. John coaxes me now.
'Hope listen to me, I've spoken to the Sargent and he knows you don't like people touching you. no one will touch you, I'm driving over. See I'm getting in the van now do as I ask, when you're ready stand up for me'.
I take a few more deep breaths then rise to my feet. 'Now walk over to the custody Sargent his name is Tony' I walk over to the Sargent and he gestures with his arm for me to walk through so I do.
When I step through I stand in the box
'Well done Hope, it's the same process as we do'
'I'm not fucking doing it with these, only you' I state defiantly, He chuckles then talks with the custody Sargent. I'm not paying attention though. The signs on the custody desk are different to the ones back home so I start reading them. 'Hope, Hope' I stop reading and listen to John on loudspeaker.
'Hope follow the Sargent to the cell, go in and lay down, I'll be there soon' John instructs.
I follow the custody Sargent to a cell and step inside. The Sargent undoes the cuffs, as soon as there off I walk straight over to the bench and lay myself down. Curling myself into a ball.