Springboard 16
>> Talk about the worst injury you've ever had on the job. Whether it be a physical or emotional blow... or both!
You know, last time I wrote about this something worse happened to me, which leads me to believe that you are the devil. Who the you is that I am referring to, I haven't a clue. Still, it's pretty suspicious, don't you think? So it is with great hesitation that I even talk about this experience, not only because it's a painful memory, but because knowing my luck as soon as I post this I am going to get hit by a bus or something.
Which may or may not be an improvement on life right now.
This story starts off with me in prison, a lot of my stories start out like that surprisingly enough. We were investigating allegations of sexual abuse inside after a rape victim claims she as raped by a man who works at the prison her mother is at. Just being sent there, even though it was my idea, was a special kind of hell. There's no privacy, there is no decency, and there is very little that reminds you that you are actually a human being.
What was worse, for me, was the helplessness of the situation. There was no way out, not except Fin, but even he couldn't protect me and keep his act up. I was alone. I was alone with men who were nothing but ruthless bullies. Worthless pieces of shit who's only joy in life was to take advantage of women and lord their power over the people they are suppose to keep safe.
In the end we got the guy, I almost ended up with a broken jaw, and I am forever in Fin's debt. I really don't like talking about what happened down in the basement of the prison. It's not very pleasant and why the hell should I tell you people about it anyway? Suffice to say that no matter how strong a woman is, no matter how much we fight for equality, we will always have more to lose then any man. No physical wound could ever compete with an emotional one, and despite everything, I believe that I have more emotional weaknesses then physical.
It's probably what's going to get me in the end.
You know, last time I wrote about this something worse happened to me, which leads me to believe that you are the devil. Who the you is that I am referring to, I haven't a clue. Still, it's pretty suspicious, don't you think? So it is with great hesitation that I even talk about this experience, not only because it's a painful memory, but because knowing my luck as soon as I post this I am going to get hit by a bus or something.
Which may or may not be an improvement on life right now.
This story starts off with me in prison, a lot of my stories start out like that surprisingly enough. We were investigating allegations of sexual abuse inside after a rape victim claims she as raped by a man who works at the prison her mother is at. Just being sent there, even though it was my idea, was a special kind of hell. There's no privacy, there is no decency, and there is very little that reminds you that you are actually a human being.
What was worse, for me, was the helplessness of the situation. There was no way out, not except Fin, but even he couldn't protect me and keep his act up. I was alone. I was alone with men who were nothing but ruthless bullies. Worthless pieces of shit who's only joy in life was to take advantage of women and lord their power over the people they are suppose to keep safe.
In the end we got the guy, I almost ended up with a broken jaw, and I am forever in Fin's debt. I really don't like talking about what happened down in the basement of the prison. It's not very pleasant and why the hell should I tell you people about it anyway? Suffice to say that no matter how strong a woman is, no matter how much we fight for equality, we will always have more to lose then any man. No physical wound could ever compete with an emotional one, and despite everything, I believe that I have more emotional weaknesses then physical.
It's probably what's going to get me in the end.