Police cells are horrible. Grey walls, a shitty green bench with an inch thick mattress, very little day light from the block glaze wall and a large metal door. I thought my life was crap before but now, right this second, I feel I have reached rock bottom.
Forty five minutes pass which actually felt like hours when the letter box shaped hatch opens to reveal two large brown eyes staring at me with what looks like two large nesting caterpillars above them.
‘You decent?’ I hear a deep well-spoken voice say.
‘Do I look decent?’
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’ I hear the door mechanics unlock the large door and it opens slowly. I see a short, hairy, uniformed copper smiling at me.
‘Right Jay, come with me.’ I stand and follow this guy through the maze of breeze block corridors and into a room with a table and four chairs. I just think to myself this is where the interrogation starts and take a seat.
‘Can I get you a drink?’
‘Coffee please, three sugars. I'm going to need them.’ The copper leaves, and as he does in comes the stocky arresting officer and a well-dressed tall man, with well styled grey hair, blue eyes and a very calming look about him and another uniformed copper I've not yet seen. The two coppers both sit in front of me.
‘Jay, this is lawyer Mr Highland and to my right is PC Springs.’ He then carries out an introduction on a tape recorder explaining what the interview is about, and then turns to me.
‘So Jay, can you tell me where you were Saturday night?’
‘Out with friends.’
‘Care to elaborate ‘friends’?’
‘My brother and a friend.’
‘Names please Jay?’
‘My brother Tommy and my mate Rich Jenkins.’ As I talk both of the guys write down notes.
The questions continued for about two hours the same ones over and over again. I was getting restless, uncomfortable and yet to receive my sweet coffee. I basically told them I went home with Jamie and she stayed with me all night. Little did I know there was a lot more going on behind the scenes than I originally thought.
I eventually get escorted back to my lovely cell and given a blanket. I have nothing to occupy me apart from my mind which has proven to be extremely dangerous in the past and before I knew it the suicide thoughts were back. I try to be strong and fight them for once in my life, rather than hide away from my problems. Strangely on this occasion I manage to force my mind to comfortably think about Jamie. Although I've not known her long we have an amazing connection. I feel guilt for how I treated her at first but I'm sure she's past that now. I think about her hot body, pretty face and her smell.