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Prisoner
by Tamy
"The DNA on the cigarette butt...is mine",shaking his head in disbelief, Danny looks up at Mac with pain-filled eyes.
How does that song go...I've been a prisoner all my life...whatever, that's how I feel right now. Most prisons are built with bars and walls - mine, it's built on Family and Connections. People and things I thought I could escape from. I see now, I can't escape. I only get tracked down and thrown back into the same prison. Over and over. A life sentence.
I look up at Mac again. Maybe for the final time before I go back to that prison I have tried to escape so hard from.
"You know, what you say to me is testimony?" The condemned get a last walk, so I stand. In earnestness, I lean forward onto the back of a chair.
"Mac, I do not need a boss right now. I need a friend, alright? I'm in big trouble here, just hear me out." I need someone to help me back out of this prison, I can't do this on my own.
He nods, "tell me everything." I hear a prison door open, I tell him. About Louie, about that night, what I saw, and how I left them that night. Louie hitting me, my disgrace, Louie's lie.
I swear to his question, that I don't know how my cigarette got there. I look at him with an open face. Hoping he reads me. With three words, I feel the prison opening. I know Mac will help me out.
"I believe you." He says. I can get through anything else at this point. I know my prison is opening.
The End
04-23-2006