Jin and her friends didn’t take my warning too kindly. After I left them in the storage room, they stayed quiet for a while, but only for the duration it took for them to prepared an attack on me. Bitches decided the best time to ambush me was in the showers. At least they were somewhat smart about it. They knew I hated the crowd, which meant I usually waited to be the last person, so all they had to do was be patient.
“They started it,” I growled, snatching the cold pouch from her.
They sprayed something at me, and before I could even think to react, my eyes were burning. From there, they were able to get a good beating in, until I managed to turn on the showers and rinsed away whatever was blinding me. I was not happy with them. I knew, without a doubt, that every single one of them would need stitches, but I had to speculate whether or not I did more damage than that.
“No one’s going to believe you. Jin has a concussion, Su has a fractured arm, and Aki.. well-- the point is, you were the only one with minor injuries.”
“Whatever. It’s not like anyone’s gonna believe me anyway.”
“Ice your injuries,” she deadpanned when she saw that I was just holding onto the pouch she gave me earlier. When I made no move to listen to her, she snatched it back from me and began tending to my injuries. She must have felt me tense up when she pressed too hard on the bruise near my right temple, because she flinched away slightly before trying again more gently. “They’ll probably put you in solitary again until they can figure out what happened.”
“Mm,” I replied, intent on not looking at her as she stared so intently at my face, scrutinizing at the black and purple spots to determine where to ice next.
“You’ve been in more fights in the month that you’ve been here more than some people have in a year. This doesn’t look good for you, Nao.”
“So?”
“You could be released early for good behavior--”
“I was tried for attempted murder, sensei. I really don’t think good behavior would get me anything besides my ass kicked.”
“Well, I think you’ve proven to everyone that that is a hard feat,” she replied, standing back to look me in the eyes. “It was very obviously a case of self-defense. The fact that they even tried to pin something like that on you was ridiculous.”
“They needed to charge me with something,” I growled under my breath, still angry at the injustice of it all.
“I still don’t understand why they would--”
“If you looked into the case and looked at the people involved, you might make the connection.”
I pissed off the wrong people. Or the right people. However you want to look at it. The point is, whatever they tried to pin on me didn’t work, but they did manage to get me into juvy until I’m too old to be here. Then, they’ll transfer me to actual prison, which I’m sure will be even lovelier.
“My point stands. If you demonstrate that you are not the same rash and violent girl who walked into juvy, then they will at least reconsider whether or not you need to be incarcerated after you’ve reached adult age.”
“I don’t particularly care either way. It’s not like I have anything to do,” I deadpanned.
“You should. You’re still young. You have a whole life ahead of you. You can still turn everything around and do great things.”
“Yeah, don’t really care.”
“How would your mother feel if she wakes up tomorrow, or next month, or even next year to you being the person that you are right now? How do you think she’d react when she finds out what you’ve been up to with your life the past few years? Do you think she’ll be proud of you?”
Images of my childhood flashed through my mind. The times when mother was healthy and happy. When she would pick me up from school and make cookies with me on her days off. Sadness welled up inside me as I remember the night she was taken away from me. As some greedy robbers came into the house looking for a couple bucks and decided to shot my mother in the process.
Sadness. But also anger. A lot of anger. So much anger that I felt myself rise to my feet and took a threatening step towards my sensei. I saw surprise in her eyes as she backed up from my sudden move.
“Don’t...” I started, my voice straining to stay level, “ever bring up my mother again.”
“Nao--”
“You may be my counselor, and I may be required to see you, but I do not have to talk to you,” I stated clearly as I slowly sat back down.
“I’m sorry if I crossed a line. Would you like to talk about something else?” she tried.
I stayed silent and kept my eyes on her.
“Do you want to talk about that redhead who comes to see you every weekend?”
Again, I refused to speak. I just stared.
I allowed this to continue for the rest of my session with her.
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