I sat in the back seat of the police car feeling numb. I didn't even care that I was being arrested for the gun. That was nothing to me at that moment.

15 facing life Chapter 3 - Part 1

I sat in the back seat of the police car feeling numb. I didn’t even care that I was being arrested for the gun. That was nothing to me at that moment. In a way, I was sort of relieved. I was exhausted mentally, emotionally, and physically. Juvenile to me was very easy. I’ve been there only a few months prior for a drug possession charge. I got caught with a few bags of crack cocaine and was charged with possession/with intent to deliver. My judge let me out on probation. So, while I wasn’t looking forward to facing her again, I felt like getting away from everything in society would give me a chance to reset.

Once we made it to the station, we went through the motions of me getting my photo and fingerprints taken. There was a brief interrogation that was straightforward and to the point of me acknowledging the weapon that I possessed which was a Beretta 92F, 9 mm. The officer showed me a photo and asked me to sign it and date it. This was important for me because I knew that the officers couldn’t pop up later on with a gun that was connected to a shooting or something like that. A gun that I didn’t actually possess.

The officer also asked me to tell them when and where I bought the gun. I told them I bought it months before but couldn’t remember who. That wasn’t true. Someone had given me the gun for free only a few days prior to that interview.

There wasn’t much more for us to talk about and shortly after a few questions we were on our way to the juvenile detention center. The name back then was the Hulse Detention Center, but everyone there called it the HDC.