It should've been a tour

I imagined a tour. I got an arrest.

The vividness of what I imagined as my first jail trip haunts me. I wanted to see it. I wanted my dad to take me. He told me he was going to have to try realIy hard not to lose his s**t if he heard inmates making comments about me; that i would need to dress really modestly. I saw me, in a baggy sweatshirt and pants. Being cat called by scumbags. Being showed around by daddy.
Imagination falls through though.
Hard.
There were hands gripping my arms tightly. I was referred to as "inmate." I was spoken down to and yelled at for tiny things.

A panic attack was soothed by throwing me in a cement cell.

I was supposed to be on the other side of the bars.
But imagination falls through. And it falls hard.

Reviews

[Hopeindeath]

I enjoyed that, a lot wasn't sure where it was going the ending was really satisfying in a gripping sort of way.