Tally [Jailbird Challenge]
How long has it been?
I looked to my wall, long mutilated with marks of others and mine, something steady in this world of insanity.
I ran my hand over the tally marks, counting them silently.
Has it really been that long? The number by itself scares me, whether I spent in prison or lived it out – that’s seven thousand three hundred days.
I didn’t understand their logic – much like Cockroach over in cell C-3. Surprisingly, there are innocent people in Alcatraz, and Cockroach was one of them.
All of those days, spent – no, wasted – incarcerated in here for a crime I didn’t commit.
I remember it vividly.
It was sunny out; the school was bustling with children.
I remember standing outside whilst it was engulfed in an inferno of ochre flame – I remember the screams and the bodies.
I remember the stench of burning flesh and charred hair.
I remember the police reading me my rights and cuffing me.
Why would a mother possibly blow up the school that housed her kids?