Flashback
I walked down this long, empty corridor searching for its end. If only it hadn’t felt so never ending, I wouldn’t have felt so nervous. It seemed that no one was around me, but at the same time I wasn’t alone. Somewhere not far off into the distance I could hear footsteps in which I thought for a minute were behind me although when I turned to look, no one, I straighten up my posture and turning back around walking more confidently than before. I felt something was trying to scare me, but I had no idea what it was. When I finally reached this iron, silver painted door, I opened it up and decided to start out. The things I seen and where I thought I was going where two different things. I pictured a room, a cell, but no, this was another hall and face to face with me came a duplicate door. Lost in my location, I kind of glanced around. The person I was sent here for I didn’t see anywhere around. Instead, there was this black woman rushing down the hall into my direction yelling some words that were in a fog. A small frown playing on my face, I took a step back into the door behind me. She looked at me and her eyes held sadness. I wish I could have heard the words she was saying. In a panicked manner, she threw her hands up in defeat and squeezed past me, running down the opposite end of the hall, the dark hall. The look on my face spelled confusion, it had to because I felt it running all through my body. Eventually turning to my left I saw a couple officers coming towards me with some inmates. I quickly recognized her, but stayed in my position. I already been told if I get to close something bad could happen. Holding the black folder I approached the officer and her.

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