When she went in, she was so young and at the same time so old. The whole time in prison she felt so alone, no one there for her. Her adopted parents were killed in a robbery. In her anger, rage, and sorrow, she grabbed the gun they kept for protection and went after him. Two days after the robbery, she found the guy that ruined her life and made him get on his knees to beg for life. When he did, the trigger was pulled anyway, and he fell forward to the street with a hole in the back of his head. It was wrong, and yet she would do it all over again.

             The promise that was made to never go back was nothing more than a broken and empty promise now that this day happened.

             Even though her boyfriend beat her when he drank, hitting him back was a violation. The fact that it was a violation made her sick again.

             Brushing her teeth to get that horrible taste out of her mouth, her hand automatically goes to the cross hanging around her neck. Holding it tightly, she remembers the day her mother gave it to her on her thirteenth birthday. Ally then begins to apologize to her mother over and over again, apologizing for letting her down yet again in life. A bit of broken glass on the counter reveals that the girl crying is not the same smart ass girl she was before her parents’ brutal murder.

             Her tattoos and scars tell a story, but the eyes show a gray soul.  She is dead on the inside but still walking around on this earth almost as a programmed robot that tries to cover up all the pain of being alone. If you feel nothing, you would be dead, so you just feel all this pain, and you can’t get rid of it.

             A banging on her door alerts her to reality, like shaking her from a trance. The pounding gets louder, and again she begins to apologize, this time to her father for disappointing him, for ruining her chances of becoming someone in this world. She stops crying now, but her soul is still weeping, like a child who bumped her head. Telling herself to get her act together, she opens the door, and in an instant she is on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her back.

             “Ally Navarrow, you are under arrest for violation of parole and aggravated assault on your boyfriend, Jason Martis.”  The cop must have seen the bruises on her arms, face, and back because he starts to be a little gentler with her, and when he turns her around, she sees concern in his eyes.

             As he leads her towards the door, she hears those words all over again: “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say...”  As they walk through the door, the words trail off.