Journey to Jail
The sound of faint screams jolted me awake. My face scrunches as the smell of body odor, and shit fills my nose. I feel a wave of anxiety roll through my body as I looked around the unfamiliar room. As my eyes begin to focus, I see a police officer sprint to the area where the screams were coming from. Questions flooded my mind. Who was screaming? Where are my friends? Why does it smell so bad? Where is my family? But most importantly, why the hell am I in jail? As I gathered my thoughts, I reached down for my phone. I hoped it would contain clues about what went so wrong that caused me to end up here. More panic set in as I realized it wasn't in my left pocket. My shaky hands shifted over to reach into my right pocket. My stomach dropped when I felt no phone. Although there was no phone, the three things I pulled out of my pocket were quite interesting, to say the least. I was hoping they would give some clarity about the previous night. T...