The 914 Ear-piercing sounds of cogs churning and steel pistons gliding up their shafts, could faintly be heard just over the crest of the hill. All the patrons eagerly rose as the bus made its grand entrance beside the wrinkled road. Whistling and shooting out smoke like a boiling kettle, the unfamiliar shriek startled me as it did every morning. Watching on as each passenger boarded the bus, the driver turned towards me and muffled through his dense untidy beard, ‘you going to sit there all day or are you getting on?’ ‘Is this the 914, The Arncliffe line?’ I replied, managing to raise my stiff old neck in the man’s direction. ‘Pardon me sir? Sorry never heard of it, must be the wrong line.’ mumbled the driver before yanking the orange lever which pulled the doors shut. Letting out a gasp of despair I realised that this was now a daily routine for me, or had only become so since I was released. ** …show more content…
Even such a simple task was incredibly difficult as both of my wrists were painfully fastened within the iron rings. Staring at the safety of my own lap, I tried my hardest not to stray my attention, as my surroundings were only a cruel reminder of the situation I had landed myself in. The hollow sound of the judge’s gavel struck my ears as it echoed the whole bus ride to Silver water Jail. It didn’t make sense, how my life could be summed up with one stroke of a hammer. Those words that shattered my heart like ice were engraved into the very back of my skull. ‘Under sections 32a, forcefully breaking an entry which subsequently lead to the grievous bodily harm of both an infant and her mother, I sentence you, Harry Drew Edwards to two life sentences. I therefore sentence you to a total of 50 years imprisonment… without