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Beyond The Looking Glass is the second book in the Unseen series, a story that came to me from the other side. A story where I thought I was just the narrator until I heard the Words of the Unseen.
This second story goes beyond time and place and mixes the long ago with the here and now. Because history keeps repeating, until we learn and do something about it.
Beyond The Looking Glass - Words of the Unseen - Chapter 96
That whole story and the accusations it just does not let me go. Knowing that Yalenix is โโnow in the Netherlands also messes with my head. She must have been taken away against her will, at least she is not placed with her mom.
I asked the detectives this afternoon if it's normal that my cell door is banged on every few hours at night while I'm only a suspect.
"No, that's not normal and I'll pass it on," was the answer. So I hope for a night of rest, but what if.
What if I have to go to prison?
What if my fellow prisoners know what terrible crime I'm in for?
Everyone in prison is innocent, I know. But some are more innocent than others, try explaining that in the shower.
The meds here suck by the way, I don't get Lormetazepam, but a damn sleeping pill. I hate sleeping pills, but with my head full of phantoms I take it anyway.
The cell door opens, something about breakfast. I point to the small table.
It feels like a ball of lead has raced through my brain all night and has gone off course several times.
Fucking Migraine, great.
Luckily I don't have any plans today.
Every disadvantage has its advantage, this is the best place for a migraine, well except for the lack of darkness. I pull the blanket over my head because I can't switch off the light in the cell.
How wonderful, I always felt bad not being able to do anything on a migraine day, but here I can't do anything.
I must have dozed off, because the door opens again and it feels like they just closed it.
Whether I'm ready for a chat with a probation officer. Aren't they the little people who help prisoners back into society?
I indicate that I have a migraine, it can be postponed, but yes, if these people are meant to help me...who knows.
That's freaking student, is the first thing I think when I see the blonde curmudgeon. Well, nice, just out of school and a woman, how much prejudice will this brat have?
"Why do you live in Spain?"
"Do you always have relationships with young girls?"
"Do you have a job?"
"Would you start a relationship with this girl again?"
Such stupid questions, doesn't this chick get access to my data?
Do I really have to explain everything to this person while having this pounding head of mine? I probably never have to speak to her again as I'm innocent.
"I live in Spain because I ended up there and didn't want to go back to this country with all its rules and shitty weather."
I think a little longer about the second question, since I studied journalism I see how suggestive it is.
"I've been married to a woman my own age for ten years, is that enough?"
"And yes of course I have a job, and I hope to be able to do it again as soon as possible and not lose it because of this misunderstanding."
I see nothing, her face does not twitch.
That last question is the worst:
Would I do it again?
If I say no, I'm admitting guilt, while I haven't done anything? So just be honest then?
"Yes, of course. I'm in love with her, she's nice, sweet and above all honest, something I've missed the past ten years. So yes, if otยดs allowed."
On my way back to my cell, I hope for one thing, that I'll be left alone until that headache goes away. I nearly threw up on the Zara outfit of that vixen.
Later that evening, I get another visit, these people don't knock, do they? I'm a suspect, does that mean I don't have any right to privacy?
The friendly female officer indicates that my father dropped off clothes. That they are in the locker next to my cell, but that he could not give them to me himself because I am in solitary confinement.
My lawyer had already explained that and that means that the suspect is not allowed to speak to anyone in prison, is not allowed to read newspapers, is not allowed to watch television, is not allowed to receive visitors and is allowed to air the โcageโ for an hour a day.
The cage is the walled-in piece of land measuring two metres by two metres where you can hardly see any air.
What I don not get is why I got it, restriction is for an indefinite period and is intended to prevent contact with co-suspects?
Which co-suspect and ehh I spoke to 100 people in Spain and was able to call them freely, to me this is just bullying.
But itโs fine, I actually enjoy the peace and use it to meditate. I finally have me time after all these years.
Next Chapter Coming in Two Days
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