From behind bars || Closed
The room was cold. Sasha folded her arms on the table and waited as patiently as she could. What was this about? She had no real access to much of the news from Baberton. Harvey was he main source but he hadn’t come for his visit yet so she was in the dark until the woman came into the room, sat down opposite her, and started to talk. Explain what Sasha was doing here.
Jamie Kirk. It had been Jamie fucking Kirk all along? He’d been the one to kill Sophie? The fall hadn’t killed her? It had injured her, sure, but she hadn’t died? Sasha found it hard to believe. She had heard her fall, she’d seen her. go down... then her body had been found by those two bitches so why would she think anything other than she had killed her? Turns out Jamie had come across her body and finished the job. “Why would he do that?” She found herself asking, and got some response about a pregnancy. Too fucking juicy but Sasha tried to focus.
“So... what?” Sasha could understand why they were telling her this but why make this such a big deal? Pulling her into a room like this? Turns out they had dropped the manslaughter charge, since Sasha wasn’t the killer. She stared at the woman, incredulous. What? Did that mean she would be out of here before she was in her fucking forties? She could feel the smile taking over. Maybe she didn’t deserve it but it was happening. Sophie Baker’s death was officially off her fucking conscience!
Two days later, her mother tried to kill herself.
Sasha was allowed to the hospital to visit her. Under guard of course. Her mother looked awful. Had Harvey stopped checking on her? Probably. She had gotten drugged up and had taken a razor to her wrists. Taken some pills. Whatever you could think of.
Sasha and her mother had a complicated relationship. More than complicated really, but she had to be here. Something in her still loved the woman and Sasha had thought she had tried to get better. She’d seemed like she was... like she was getting better and becoming a better woman, mother, person.
Looking at her lying in that hospital bed, Sasha made a decision. She was going to appeal her sentence. She was going to get out.
Two weeks later, Sasha had a meeting with a judge.
In a little room with a bunch of empty seats and her, feeling small. Sasha had gotten used to making herself small in prison. Sticking herself in the background, behaving in a certain way. As she blinked back at the guy in front of her, Sasha found herself talking. Explaining. She plead insanity at the time of the murder of Annie Pierce, completely traumatised by abuse and bullying and intoxicated, out of her head. Not in her right mind. He asked about Sophie’s attack and she said it was an accident completely, due to drugs. But she was a changed woman. Prison had taught her skills and ways and blah, blah, blah.
Sasha was told to wait in another room. It felt like hours she was sitting there and maybe it was. Staring at the wall, an angry knot in her stomach that she was used to burying in prison. She wasn’t altogether changed, not really. She was eventually led back in and given a monologue of in light of recent events.... due to your sentence being reduced.... changed person.... good behaviour....
It became clear. Sasha was... she was getting out. She was being granted parole due to having served fifty percent of her new sentence time. the remaining fifty percent... served back home. HOME. Back to Baberton where she would have to live with her mother, have a tag around her ankle, a curfew, check in at the police station every day, do all this community service and other things... but she wouldn’t be here. In these walls. With these people. After nearly four years.. she would be free. Sasha knew a shit storm would be waiting for her but... soon she would get out and she could face it as head on as she could manage. She could be herself again.
