I gritted my teeth as the taser hit me once again. Jolts of electricity sprang up my back with unbearable pain. I shuddered, chattering as my neurones fried under this. My limbs shook, the washed white walls turning around. It stopped, smoke wafting in my nostrils with the heavy pain that struck my flesh. I reminded myself on the history lessons, mulling over them to try to relieve myself from the throbbing aches.

  "Move it." The officer behind pushed me forward, allowing me to slip past the sliding doors which opened up to a large hall. Commands sauntered from different speakers stationed along the bland walls. I squinted my eyes, the flourescent lighting adding its own touch of white to the hall. My head ached as I wove through the wooden tables and benches, inmates with police officers and their families scattered across, the chatter filled the room. My hands ached from its confines, numbness washed over my shoulders for being bent back for so long.

I saw my mother from afar, seated at the table just  across from the entrance. She was busy on her pod phone, her shoulders slumped and her sunglasses donned on. My heart sank.

She only wears sunglasses when she's trying to hide her tears.

   The tapping of my boots against the white tiles followed me through, the cleaners held onto moppers that whirred past, taking away dirt while leaving behind the fresh white tiles. Soon I had come to a stop. My mother raised her head, noticing our presence, she dropped her pod phone in her small dark purse, placing the purse carefully in the right compartment in her bag.

"Sit." The officer said gruffly from behind me, animosity ringing from his tone. Without being told twice, I pulled myself down.

"Ten minutes before visiting hours close." The automated voice called, blaring loudly from the multitude of speakers above. I wiggled in discomfort, my hands still pinned tightly behind me. I looked towards the officer, his lips curved down into a snarl.

"Try anything funny and you're back in the grater." Blisters on my back perked, alerting me of the dangers of the facility. I nodded quickly, fear erupting within me as I watched him remove the cuffs with a remote. They fell into his outstretched hand, he glared at me before he stepped back. Relief washed over me, my hands throbbing but at least comforted. I soaked in the bliss of being able to stretch my hands, rolling my shoulders as blood roared back. Someone cleared their throat.

  As if remembering, I snapped back to look at my mother. She removed her glasses, revealing red upturned eyes. My belly churned, rumbling with despair.

"Why?" She suddenly asked, my stomach flipped. Pain seared down her words as she folded her hands over her chest. Her thick cotton jacket did nothing to hide the trembling of her body. She unfolded her hands, resting them against the table. Tension clouded over the atmosphere, I did nothing but stare.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Was I not never enough?" She...