Prison Nation Part 5

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He settled himself on the ground outside my cell, looking in both directions first to make sure no one was approaching. "Vacation." He smiled and winked. "Just wait 'till you get to discover that perk."

I felt a laugh escape my lips. It felt good to feel it tickle my throat and chest. "Where did you go?"

"Absolutely nowhere. I sat in my house, slept when I wanted to, ate when I wanted to, and read way too many books. It was awesome." I didn't admit it to Jude, but that sounded too much like heaven to me to believe it could be real. "So, you ready for the big day?"

I rolled my eyes. "I am ready for everyone to stop asking me that."

"Well, you better bite the bullet and stay good. I want to see you outside these walls, not locked in a cell of your own."



I chuckled again. "Hey, Jude..." I stopped when I heard him laugh. "Okay, really, why do you laugh every time I say that?"

"Right, I guess you don't get the joke. Here." I could hear Jude roll to his side for a moment, wrestling something from a pocket. Flipping on his flashlight, I could suddenly see his face clearly. His eyes were big, always seeming to smile, his face smooth and clean. s.h.a.ggy light brown hair hung on his forehead, moving back and forth as he fidgeted with something in his hands. With a smile on his face, he held a small ball out to me, a thin spike of metal sticking from its side.

I looked at it doubtfully.

"You put it in your ear, Millie. It's called a headphone." Taking it delicately between my thumb and index finger, I pulled it up and placed it in my ear. It felt strange to lie so close to the opening of the door, the earphone in my ear, Jude's face only inches away. I watched as he shoved the other small headphone into his ear, then fiddled with a little box that he held in his hands. I started to giggle at the sight of the metal spike sticking out from his ear, but stopped as my own ear suddenly vibrated.

Something crackled in my ear. I heard Jude mumble something, the crackling getting louder as he fiddled with the small box. "Scoot closer, Millie. Reception in here sucks."

I inched forward, my head pressing against the bottom of the door.

Snips of music suddenly vibrated in my ear. A few seconds of a song played, then Jude hit a b.u.t.ton and it skipped to another melody. My eyes shot open, my mouth watering for the music to continue. Finally a song started and Jude smiled, letting his thumb rest on the side of the little box.

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad. Sing this sad song and make it better..."

I could hear the sound of a man's voice softly singing. About Jude. Amazed, I shoved the headphone deeper into my ear, taking in the words, the strum of music, the gentle rolling rhythms. Rolling onto my back, I let the music envelope me and carry me away. It was beautiful.

Jude didn't move. I could see him smiling, his eyes closed as he listened to the song. It finally came to an end, the music fading out into nothingness. Jude hit a b.u.t.ton on the box and let his eyes open to look at me.

"The group is called The Beatles. They were real big, popular, way back in the day. My mom still loves them. I guess her mom listened to them a whole heck of ton. So when I was born... she named me Jude."

I smiled. "I like it." Catching myself, I licked my lips. "The song. I like the song."

"Me too." Jude rolled to his side, part of his face disappearing into the walkway's shadows. "Listening to it makes me think of her. I miss her."

"Where is she?" I asked tentatively.

"My mom? Last I heard, it was Canada."

I could feel my body stiffen. "Canada?"

Jude let out a chuckle, his face still hidden in the shadows. I could see his eyes, the smile still glittering on their surface. "A few years back, just before I joined up in the Guard Force, my family decided to leave. They didn't agree with the Nation. With the Wall.

"I grew up in a beach house." Jude rolled back toward me. His face lit up in the dim light. "Well, it was supposed to be a beach house. It was big, with a wrap-around porch, even a whale that spun up on the roof with the wind. The Wall though... they had to build it right behind the house. I could hear the beach every day, but I never saw it. My mom said we had a door we could use to go to the beach... but it just seemed useless. I guess it got useless enough that they decided to leave."

Jude fiddled with the little music box, spinning it between his fingers. I inched closer to the door again, the cool metal pressing against my forehead. "Why didn't you go with them? Why didn't you leave the Nation?"

"Couldn't." Jude smiled at me. "My family definitely had the money to get anywhere they wanted. There was never an issue there. But I have always had this feeling that I needed to do something. I know I can do some good, I just need the chance."

"So you became a GF?"

Jude chuckled. I could see the shadow of his hand sweep across his face, as if painting his words in the air. "Guard Force, prison number 4. A permanent name change and a high risk job, with all the perks that low pay can offer you." I heard his hand drop back to his chest. He let out a soft sigh. "Can you believe that there are three more prisons out there in the Nation, just like this one?"

I didn't answer. Spokane was huge, with its constantly expanding walls and packed cells. It was too hard to believe that there were three other prisons just like it. Each corner of the Nation, stamped with a prison. I slowly shook my head, trying to chase the thought away. Something about it caused my stomach to tighten.

We lay on the ground in silence for a moment. I could hear Jude's steady breathing, his finger as it aimlessly tapped against his armored vest.

"Do you hear from them? From your family?" I finally asked.

Jude didn't respond right away. I thought I could see a shadow pa.s.s over his face. His lips seemed to tighten, his eyes blinking faster. Then it pa.s.sed as quickly as it had come. "No."

"What is the Wall like?"

Jude chuckled. "It's a wall, Millie. A very large, very cold wall. You can see it stretch into the distance in both directions, and you never see the beach. You just hear it." Jude let out a sigh, rolling onto his back. His face disappeared into shadows. "But it protects us. Our great Nation built it to keep the good in and the evil out. We are in our sanctuary."

I recognized the words. They were the exact words that were printed in all of my school books. Dr. Eriks repeated those words to me in almost every session. I felt my lips moving along with his, silently reciting them.

"We are the good," Jude said softly.

"And the strong," I whispered back, tears trying to sting my eyes.

Jude let out a sharp breath of air, then rolled back to face me. "What were you going to ask me? Before I interrupted you and corrupted you with music?"

I didn't respond.

Jude spun the music player in his fingers again, then waved it at me. He smiled. "Want to hear more?"

"Really?" My voice came out too loud and I quickly glanced up to my parents. My mother stirred, then settled back into sleep.

Jude glanced at a watch on his wrist. "Yeah, I have some time. Think of it as an early birthday present." With that, he hit the b.u.t.ton. Music flooded into my ears again. I laid my cheek on the ground, letting the sounds envelope me as my eyes closed. I was floating, carried away once more by the music.

I could hear Jude humming along, and I let my voice quietly join his. My smile felt warm and welcome. I couldn't imagine it leaving my face in that moment, even if I wanted it to. My eyes grew heavy, my breathing calming as the songs lulled me to sleep. I didn't feel it as Jude tugged the piece out of my ear and disappeared to rejoin his s.h.i.+ft. I didn't notice the cold floor or the dim light. In my head, I listened to the endless music as sleep finally claimed me and whisked me away into empty dreams.

The pool of drool under my cheek woke me up. Blinking my eyes, I lifted my head and looked around. Every inch of my body hurt. Pulling myself up, I felt the pain in my hips flare from sleeping on the hard ground. My hand wiped the drool off my cheek as I moved to stand in front of the metal mirror.

The music still played in my head. I could see Jude smiling as his song played over and over. I found myself wis.h.i.+ng that more people could be like Jude. Somehow, even though we hadn't seen each other for weeks, he knew the exact gift to give me to chase away the nightmares that had stayed fastened before my eyes.

Shaking my head, I turned on the water and splashed my face. The air was warm, leaving a sheen of sweat on my body regardless of the fact that I had been sleeping on the always cold ground. The heat would be dying out soon, quickly erasing into a chill that blankets and jackets would never chase away as autumn crept in. Wiping the water from my face, I crawled up onto my bunk and slumped against the wall.

The buzz cut through the air, announcing morning. The doors suddenly clicked, then slid open. I could hear my parents stirring in their bunk below me. Before they stood, I quickly curled onto my side and closed my eyes into slits. I could see my father stand and look at me, his shoulders sagging. He moved to the sink and let the water run over his hands before splas.h.i.+ng it on his scruffy face.

My mother stood, moved to the center of the room, then suddenly spun and looked straight at me. I was sure she knew that I was awake. I didn't move. I slowed my breathing to even, long draws and stared at her out of the slits of my eyelids. She just stood and watched me, a strange mix of confusion and pain painted across her tired face.

"942B," a voice suddenly cut into the air.

Both of my parents jumped in fright, then quickly spun to face the guard who stood in the door. I didn't need to sit up to know who it was. I could hear the smirk in his voice. The pierce of his gaze sent strange s.h.i.+vers down my entire body.

"Alan 942B," Carl continued. "As of today, you have been rea.s.signed to a.s.sembly. You will be expected to work five days per week. If you accomplish this, your points will be increased per week as well. You begin today."

I could see my father nod, trying to mask the sudden confusion that flooded his face. "Leann 942B, when not in your therapy course, cla.s.ses, or on a.s.signed cell rest, you have been a.s.signed laundry room duty. You begin today as well."

My mother started to stammer, the words mixing together in confused chaos under her suddenly thick tongue. My father stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. As if drawing peace from his touch, my mother calmed and nodded. "Thank you, GF," she said, her voice lacking any of its often distant loftiness. "It will be grand to work again."

Carl chuckled. "We must make sure that all of our inmates are properly taken care of. As you both are." I could feel him look at me, his words slow and meaningful. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Clenching my eyes shut, I tried to keep my breathing even. Dr. Eriks must have done this. She was telling me that my parents weren't my responsibility anymore.

I should have been relieved. Instead, I suddenly felt sick.

I could hear the rustle of paper. "Alan 942B, when your daughter wakes up from her sleep, would you please make sure she gets her agenda. It is needed to prepare for the Finals."

My father must have nodded his acknowledgement. I could hear Carl's clipped boot falls as he left the cell, joining with the morning flow. Creeping my eyes open just enough to see my parents again through my hooded eyelashes, I watched as my father glanced over the paper then softly laid it on my bunk next to me. His hand lingered a moment, then he curled his fingers up and pulled them away.

"Alan, Alan! You got a new job!" my mother chirped happily. In a very dramatic voice, her hand painting the word out in front of her in the air, she proudly announced, "a.s.sembly."

My father just nodded again, falling back into his usual shadow existence. Smiling, my mother bounced past him and turned on the sink, splas.h.i.+ng the water on her face and into her hair. She paused to look at her face in the mirror, pulling back the wrinkles in her forehead with a finger. "And it is about time they gave me a job. I am just stir crazy!"

You are something crazy, I thought.

My mother tried to run her fingers through her matted hair. Disgruntled, she let out a huff, her face wrinkling up like a child's. "I think I will go take a shower before my new day begins!" she chirped.

Grabbing her rarely used towel and a stack of clean clothing, which I had washed and folded and never been thanked for, she bounced toward the cell door. Just before she pa.s.sed through the door I saw her pause, her chin turning slightly towards me, her back stiff in antic.i.p.ation. I didn't move. Her shoulders sagged, a heavy sigh escaping through her lips. She paused a moment longer, then suddenly perked up again and bounced away down the walk towards the showers. My father grabbed his own stack of clothing and quickly followed, not even bothering to pause.

As soon as I was sure they were gone, I sat up and s.n.a.t.c.hed the paper. I wished that I didn't feel so secluded from them. I could feel myself longing for the ability to let the fog permanently take away the newfound memory of my mother's unremorseful words. But I couldn't. When I saw her face, I saw a murderer.

I blinked my eyes then looked down, forcing them to focus on the white page in my hands.

Discharge Procedures Spokane Nation Prison No.4 0500 Lights on 0530 Breakfast 0800 Report to Exam Room 0830 Begin Exam 0930 End Exam, Dismiss 1300 Report for Parole Board TBD.

Reminder: Exam will be delivered orally and before the five listed parole board members.

Be prompt and prepared.

Warden Frank Binns Honorable Judge Albert Wood Reverend Rolan Smitson Dr. Marta Eriks Oscar Ramos I read the list again. I hated seeing Dr. Eriks' listed, but I knew there was no way they wouldn't include her in this decision. The Judge and Reverend meant nothing to me, and the Warden was to be expected. I had no idea who Oscar Ramos was.

I had heard that many times they would pull in a random citizen from one of the nearby farms to sit in. They thought it helped the inmate feel like the decision was fair, being as one of the five was of no power. That must be who Oscar was. A powerless n.o.body.

I laid the paper aside and pulled out my textbook. With nothing better to do for the next two days, I figured I might as well brush up on the material that my brain needed to remember in order to pa.s.s. Before standing in front of the parole board, it was required for all Jail Babies to take an oral exam. I would need to prove that I had the history of our Nation drilled so well into my head that I could recite it in my sleep.

Which I could.

I cracked the book open and began to read the same pages I had been reading my entire life.

I knew every word before I even read it. When I had turned six, this exact book had been a.s.signed to me. Ever since then, I had read it, cover to cover, at least twice a week. The pages were full of the history of the great Nation. Why the Nation had to do what it did to save itself. How we needed to be the good, the strong, to bring the Nation back to its greatness. I hated reading it. The words were dull and boring, often repeating themselves every few pages. But twice a week, while I still attended school, we had to sit quietly in the cold schoolroom and read the book cover to cover.

No one ever failed the exam. And no Jail Baby was ever denied parole.

That knowledge only made me even more nervous.

The nerves I felt twisting in my stomach at the thought of the coming Exam wasn't only fear of the test itself. It was of the results. How I did on the test would put a stamp on me. It would decide where I would be placed after my release. It decided who I would become.

If they liked me, and if I proved to be a promising citizen, then my life outside would be easy. But if I got a bad label, one bad note, I would be watched. I would be doubted. And, as many of the younger convicts here, I would finally wind right back up where I did not want to be. I had seen it happen, too many times. I needed to prove that I was the good, the strong.

Realizing my mind had drifted, yet again, I slammed the book open until the spine cracked and started reading from the beginning.

7.

I finished reading my textbook, then flipped it back to the first page and began again. By now I wasn't actually reading. My mind had become a thick mess of solid fog. I could feel my eyes swimming uselessly, barely focused on the pages. They seemed to be moving more out of memorized motion than out of actual need.

Every time I heard someone pa.s.s outside my cell, my entire body tensed. Their shuffled steps, soft from the same worn sneakers that we all wore, would finally calm me. Then I would hear movement again, and tense back up. I felt completely ridiculous. I hadn't been this uneasy since I was little.

I felt on edge, and no matter what I tried, I couldn't seem to calm myself down.

A few times I heard the clipped, heavy steps of boots as the patrolling guards pa.s.sed. They wouldn't even pause as they walked past my quiet cell. As the day wore on, that changed. Every time I heard the heavy boot falls, I would glance out of the corner of my eye at the open door. The boots would slow as they approached my cell, pausing a fraction of a second in the light of the opening before moving on down the walk.

Each time, I could see Carl's darkly smiling face take me in.

The boots approached again. Even though I already knew who I would see, I still found my eyes trailing over to the door, my breath freezing in my lungs.

Carl stood in the door, grinning at me.

"Good day, Millie," he said coolly. "Studying hard?"

I didn't answer. Carl chuckled to himself, eyeing my entire cell before taking me in once more. Nodding his head, he disappeared back to his patrol.

I licked my lips, forcing myself to take a deep breath. My fingers shook as they turned the page of my worn book. The next time the heavy sound of boots approached, I didn't look up.

My parents didn't reappear all day. The glow of our window started to dim, and they still didn't return. I should have felt worried. I knew I should have been peeking outside the cell, looking for their familiar faces. Instead, in my mind, I found myself hoping that they had done something wrong and were sitting alone in the Hole. I didn't want to face them.

My internal clock told me that lights out was only minutes away. I finally gave in and sat up, leaning over the edge of the bunk to peer out the door. Inmates were shuffling by, pus.h.i.+ng to get to their cells before the series of buzzers screamed at them.

The first buzz sounded. Just as it died into the static noise, I saw my mother duck into the doorway, my father close behind her. They walked straight to the shelf, jamming their dirty clothes onto the bottom shelf next to mine. My father washed his hands, running one over his tired face. I could see his hands shaking.

I stayed hanging over the edge of the bunk, carefully watching them. They always wound down the same way. Aside from the days where they just gave up and crashed into bed, there was a routine my parents did that never changed.

After turning off the water, my father drank a sip out of the metal cup, swis.h.i.+ng it in his mouth and spitting it into the sink. Then he backed out of the way, hand coming to rest on the small of my mother's back as he beckoned her forward. She repeated exactly what he had done, first rinsing her hands, then her face, then swis.h.i.+ng the water and spitting it back out.

My father followed my mother to the bed. The bunk underneath creaked as they both sank their weight into it. I could barely see them from where I leaned over the edge. They slowly untied their shoes and pulled them off, my father letting out a soft grunt. Tucking their socks deep down into the toes, they carefully lined the shoes along the bottom of the bunk. I could hear my father groan as they laid down, side by side, on the flat mat. Without having to look, I knew he had his arm draped over my mother, her body nestled against him.

The only thing different today was the silence. Usually my mother would chatter about trees or dinner or, when the moments took over, her swaying repet.i.tion of 'baby.' It was a wind-down noise I had grown used to. I had heard it my entire life. My father would grunt and mutter single words occasionally as my mother went on and on. Then they would fall silent together, drifting into sleep.

I don't know if it was because of work, or because of me, but tonight the cell was silent.

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