Three Prisons, Three Levels of Pain. - Part 1

The crime was so trivial, it doesn't matter, I can say I was young and innocent till my hearts content, There are different levels of innocence, and despite me being a little tearaway, I was still innocent in other ways.1

When I was arrested, Police had, had enough, I was out of cotrol, I was angry because they wouldn't listen to me, I knew I was different, but they tried too hard to make me conform to the normal world.2

When I was arrested, Being in a totally different County, I thought I'd pull a fast one, I knew I looked younger than my true age, so in a bid to be treated more leniently, I gave my age as 17. The Police Officer seemed to look me up and down then said "Pull the other one, you can't be any more than 14 at the most. I laughed, expecially when we got back to the station and they found out that my true age was 21.3

I never consieved they would send me to jail, So when they told me I was being remanded, I can truely say I nearly shit myself. I had heard numerous tales about prison, and all the criminals in there. I wasn't a criminal, I was just a bit of a tear-away.4

The custody staff at the court did thier best to settle my worries, telling me all about how jails had TV's now, and listeners services, and how it wasn't like they showed on Bad Girls.5

Up until then I was talking normally, I'd had trouble with speech throughout my life, going through periods of silence, But none of that had happened for some time. However when the prison van, pulled up to the huge gates of the prison, I felt a knot in my throat that was to symbolise years of silence to follow, and turn my life into a living hell.