Prison Chronicles

Sitting here in darkness, I knew this day was coming, my only regret was not giving Theresa a baby. Now that day will never come. '' Inmate Malcolm James number 883476. That's you.'' said the officer at the door. I nod yes as I looked around the room where I been for the last three months. '' put your hands through the bars and cuff up.'' he said, pulling out his handcuffs. After sitting here for three months, tonight was the night that I was finally transferring. Everyday I was asked to tell on the officers that I was in contact with. I refused to snitch. Snitching wasn't in my blood. I didn't know any other way but to keep it real. ''Its about damn time." I said, backing to the bars, allowing him to cuff me. I been on P.I. Pending investigation, for being too familiar with staff. They couldn't prove I did a damn thing and l definitely wasn't about to tell them shit. The system had a fucked up way of looking at things but it's their world I'm just passing through. After being in one prison for 12 years you do tend to know the people you be around. I knew everyone from the assistant warden on down. But that ain't the familiar way that I was being accused of. I knew quite a few of the women that worked here in ways that they thought was inappropriate. I didn't see it that way. I met women who I had a connection with and when opportunity presented itself i decided to take it to the next level. Over the years I have had three girlfriends and they all worked in the same prison I was confined to. Now its over. My time here had come to an end. Once cuffed I was let out and walked to the waiting bus where the other inmates were already seated. I got a window seat and got comfortable. There was small talk among the inmates about who was going where. After one last roll call to make sure everyone was on and secured we was finally ready to roll out. As we pulled into the parking lot I notice a woman standing by her car watching the bus pull out. Even in the pre dawn of morning, I knew who she was. I could tell that she was crying as she watched the bus pulling away with here man inside, headed to a new destination. I was angry at the way this played out and wasn't going to show no mercy where ever I ended up. I left a part of me back there in that cell that night. The same man that stepped out, wasn't the same man that they put in three months ago. The field was about to change but the game stayed the same. A new type of player was about to take the field. A dark son driven by his desire for redemption of the flesh. My demon had returned and I was going to be seven times worse than I was before, the taste of the forbidden fruit was upon my lips. I had eaten from the fruits of the flesh.