Deputy Stage-Personal Narrative

The icy cold of the metal cuffs clicked around my wrists I knew, off again, to the cell I have inhabited, on and off,for the past 5 years. Deputy Stage lead me back to the familiar radiant red and blue lights illuminating from the roof of the sheriff’s car. The screeches of the siren muffled out as the doors of the car were shut and secured. The sounds of the siren slowly were faded out as I was consumed in my own thoughts and feelings of the act I had supposedly committed. While in the vehicle I counted. I counted the seconds and the minutes till we reached the prison. As we grew closer the hairs on the back of my neck began to perk up as if I were a frightened black cat ready to pounce. The gates parted slowly, but closed almost rapidly after we were in. The car seemed almost stationary, as if I were sitting in a movie theater watching a motion picture out the window. Faces of men similar to I who had committed such illegal acts stared into the tinted windows trying to make out my physical features, wondering what I had done to get myself in such a similar situation as them. …show more content…
Eventually I found myself at the entrance of what seemed as if it were a dressing room, not a fancy dressing room like the movies with various outfit selections and texture choices. The shoes were old and worn, the shirts and pants made of the same thin orange material that when held to the light was almost translucent, and every outfit was the same as the one before. “Put one on, and hurry up.” the deputy barked as if I were his prisoner and for a moment I had forgotten that I now was. I quickly changed out of my torn and dirty clothing to the prison’s tissue like

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