Micah Jennings

1.9.05 Sunday [visiting mom]

Went to the Clayton prison today to see mom. She looks pretty bad, with blue smudges tugging at her eyes and wrinkles all over her face. It’s like she’s aged three times as fast since she’s been in. I hate seeing her in there, almost as much as I sense she hates being seen. IT’S SO UNFAIR.

I told her that I’d raised several thousand more for a good lawyer. She seemed happy about that, and thankfully didn’t ask where it came from. I don’t think she’d understand. It’s perfectly clear to me, though. Ella stole that money from us. It wasn’t hers to begin with. We just kept forking it over and in the end she couldn’t even keep mom out of jail! WORTHLESS!! I wish I could make people see that, and then I wouldn’t have to lie about everything. It’s hard to keep it all straight in my head.

Mom said we’ll need at least another couple thousand to get her a suitable lawyer. I figure that actually means about another twelve thousand, since I want to post bail and get her out as soon as possible and then worry about legalities.

Ben asked about her when I got home. Like he really cares. I hate the way people do that—sloping their eyebrows and frowning as if to look sympathetic. They will never know what I have been through. They will never know why I do what I do. So I just ignored him and shut myself up in my room.

I need to start thinking about how I will get the rest of the money. I've been trying to think of who else owes us money and can't think of anything. Except…well, except the government.

-M.J.

posted by Mr. Linty @ 5:28 PM