Experience in Detention
Not a lot of people really know this about me. I have been to jail, 3 different TIMES! The first time was really not that bad, because I wasn’t in the real part of the jail. But I started getting arrested around the age of 8 to 9 years old, I was even under the age. The first time I went to jail was a big, big blur to me, people were not mean the first time. Only thing I really remember was me almost getting in a fight with another kid, but everyone else was really chill with me. I changed after that first time, but only for a few years. Then we moved to Texas, I lasted almost a year not quite. Then I did something stupid again, I was about 12 then. I went for 2 Assault charges and I did destruction of property. But they put me in the main part of the jail in Texas, I got to my cell around 2–3 PM. That next morning was a blur, people were not mean but not totally nice either. After breakfast, we went back to our cells, and let me tell you If you were in those cells long enough they would make you go crazy.
Get DeVaughnEA’s stories in your inbox
Join Medium for free to get updates from this writer.
Nothing really happened until free time came up, kids who were not allowed to come out with everyone else would yell at other kids through the door. They made threats like “I’m gonna beat your ass” or “I got you” I wasn’t scared of other people doing it to other people, but when they said it to me, my fight or flight response came on. But that rarely happened because I was chill with everyone, I was the soundboard in sections. I changed for a year after that, I was on probation I was doing so well on it too. But I started to go downhill, I yelled more often, sometimes I would throw things. Even a few times I almost got arrested, until I did get arrested. My third time back in jail, the guards knew me well. I knew what to do, the third time was the worst stay ever.
Right in the morning, they were saying “I got you” “I’m gonna beat your ass” they would say this all the time. It got better when I moved to section c, everyone was chill in that section. A few weeks later we got moved to section h, then we got moved to section d a few weeks later. Everyone was chill, I was not scared. But this one kid came I could swear he was mentally crazy, but he scared the living shit out of me. He would make death threats to me. and I wouldn’t do anything to him. I didn’t even know how to fucking say his name, which was stupid because his name was super easy. But I just called him Ozzy or OD, because when he wasn’t making threats at me, were pretty chill. I stayed a total of 3 months, plus going treatment, Its probably like a total of 4 to 5 months away from home
Thank you for, reading my story.
