'The Beginning'

I didn’t cry when the car door shut. Didn’t plead. Didn’t ask questions. There’s a threshold — where adrenaline evaporates and exhaustion takes its place. That was me. The officer said “Attempted murder.” I heard the words but didn’t feel them. They hung in the air like steam. Then came three days inside a police station. Three days of questions. Statements. Silence. And on the fourth morning… court. Not a dramatic trial — just the beginning. A judge. A charge. A decision: Remand at HMP Woodhill. Woodhill wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was clean, clinical — like being sorted into a drawer. The staff moved with quiet efficiency. No welcome. No hostility. Just process. Paperwork. Pat down. Issued greys. Then the cell. A rectangle of silence. No shouting. No banging. Just stillness. I sat down, kicked off my shoes, and lay flat. And I slept. For the first time in days, I slept soundly. Not peacefully — there’s a difference. This wasn’t rest. This was collapse. Emotionally hollow. Physically gone. I let the silence carry me. Even the thoughts in my head gave up. And that… was enough. My Journey begins........