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Thirteen. That was my number. Almost every part of my life was thirteen. Thirteen years old. Thirteen orphanages. Thirteen soon to be skyscrapers.
Nobody knew why but when ever I got caught by someone there always was some connection to my last orphanage and the new one to come.
On one of my latest skyscrapers I was again almost thirteen from the top when the wind started to whip wildly at my frozen body. I looked into the window of the skyscraper and saw my reflection for the first time in weeks; a skinny, but tall, olive skinned, broad shouldered, dirty blond haired boy with ocean blue eyes.
I thought today would be the day but no matter what happened it always was worse than the weather-man said it was supposed to be. I was almost expecting a late business woman to come out of the subway and see me in New York City almost to the top of New York Times Building hanging just over 1,033 feet in the air.
Fortunately my luck was just perfect this morning. That’s when it happened. Every apartment complex, skyscraper, and car, for a five mile radius just shut down completely. Then I remembered how it just seemed like a hazy day. But now, I realized I was being watched. How else would the wind started to pick up this fast? I thought to myself.
But no matter I just kept on climbing. Five feet… Three feet. Almost there, out of nowhere, on the bottom of a helicopter was a shining bright yellow flashing light on my face. A bulky man with a thin, curly grey mustache shouted with a hoarse voice into a bull-horn. “Son, your under arrest!” he hollered over the wind from the helicopter. While one of his comrades sent down a inch thick rope.
The same guy with the bull-horn shouted “Now just grab on to this here rope and we’ll pull you up to safety okay!” “Yeah right” I yelled strait back and just kept on climbing. When I was right at the edge of the building everything went in real time back down on the ground. By this time the helicopter had just landed and I was rushing to the door to exit the building dodging the people from the helicopter who I could just decipher as the SWAT team.
When I reached the center of the roof I was frantic trying to open the door. Now I was seriously in trouble considering the door was locked. There was only one option of escape, however it was completely mad…over the edge of the roof. I ran to the edge said a quick silent prayer and jumped.
I fell…free-fell in fact but it was exhilarating, dangerous, and most of all terrifying but yet, considering I was about to become a thirteen-year old pancake and was so close to death there are no other words other than those and petrified.
Half way down at 523 feet left to live, a huge gust of wind came and swept me away from certain death to major injuries. Three-fourths left to go. The best I could do is get a major concussion and a few broken bones, while thrashing through the air. That’s when I hit it. Thank goodness that gust of wind had come because I just landed on a very nice blue Kia Rio instead of the hard packed concrete. The impact was so hard I almost went unconscious when I noticed the dent about the size of my head in the car roof. At least twenty seconds later an entire family of four got out and started to ask me questions like; “Are you okay?” from the mother. “How did you fall?” from the father. “Where did you come from?” asked the kid around my age, and finally the little girl who looked around the age of eight in soccer gear was just completely speechless.
In the process the dad gripped my shoulders in an iron like grip. I, like the girl didn’t say a word. About two minutes later, still a little bit woozy from the impact, I whacked my forehead against the father’s face and a second later I heard a crack and had blood dripping from his nose all over my face. I made a dash for the nearest subway through dozens of pedestrians and tourists. I made it at least seven blocks before I actually started to get exhausted.
Two blocks in front of me trouble came again. About half a dozen cop cars were coming strait toward me with tasers, pepper spray, a ton of guns and handcuffs. One thing with cars they are not the best at going into alleys so that is exactly what I did. As soon as the cop cars did a U-turn I was off like lightning. Running at full speed. I made a few wild turns; running into a few old worn brick walls, but other than that it was good until I hit the dead end. Cops from my only remaining exit came toward me with a ton of handcuffs. Thankfully again I had an advantage of escape. I could climb. Since the tallest cop was about five foot seven I only needed about thirty seconds and that is what I got. Both of the brick walls were just about three feet apart so it was such a simple escape.
Sadly I was not the only one who could climb. About seven or eight of the two dozen cops that were in fair shape were the best ones. At the age of five is when I started to climb and ever since then I have been massively perfecting it. Now, just over eight years of climbing, I was like a monkey jumping around from tree to tree but in this case wall to wall.
I thought to myself if I ever lived through this I would never again underestimate a cop.
My heart was pounding like crazy now and one of the really athletic cops jumped up grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me down.
When I got down, the man from the helicopter with the bull-horn said “Son your in a heap of trouble.”
“I have a name, sir and it isn’t son.” I replied boldly, as one of his comrades took me into custody. “Well than, what is it?” he asked questioningly. “Riley Michael Nelson; but most people just call me Riley.” I replied.
“Well Riley, my name is Jesse and you are going to go to this little place that we like to call prison.” They drove me around for about what seemed like eternity, constantly asking me questions like “Where are you from?” “Many places.” I replied. “Okay, ah where were you born?” “I don’t know my parents gave me up when I was less than a week old.” “The only thing I remember from my past is running.” Chuckling Jesse said “well I can see your pretty good at it.”
At the prison at least over three dozen reporters and their camera crew were there eager to find out the truth. The thing that really scared me is how fast everyone had found out already, and even though it felt like eternity, I looked down at my dark blue Fossil watch, telling me it was only about maybe an hour.
Then it truly dawned on me that, that feeling I got that I was being watched was actually by not cops alone but probably entire families. All huddled around on their couch, just scrolling through the channels and popping up on what ever one I was on and watching, anticipating what I would do next.
When the reporters started to ask all of the questions all I did was just walk along like nothing had ever happened. Answering absolutely none of their wacko questions like one reporter asked “What time did you fall.” Really? I just jumped off a 1,046 foot building and you want to know what time I fell? Like I actually kept track of the exact time I jumped? Stupid. I thought. But I did not say anything. Other than that stupid question they were all basic. In fact I just kept quiet because the greatest way to keep people guessing is to not do anything and let it play itself out.
Finally when we got to the building the police ushered me into the room which was like any basic tan building. Prisoners walking every which way with their shoulders slumped over with their orange jumpsuits on. Like they could be doing so much better things other than waiting out a five year sentence. Jesse finally led me to a room with barred windows and white splattered paint as if the painter had been in a rush. In the room sat an olive skinned woman with blond hair and hazel colored eyes. “Welcome Riley.” she said in a much too pleasant tone of voice.
“Well Riley, I’m Teresa and I will be investigating you and your past to see if we can clear everything up and find if you have any family members so the Judge can give you something to go to.” “Okay?”
“So shall we get started on the questions then?” asked Teresa. What ever happens I thought I will not give personal information away, silently promised myself. “Fine.”
“Well why don’t we talk about your past, shall we?” “Who were your parents?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumbled. “I’ve had a really rough past. My parents gave me up when I was less than a week old because I was too hard to care for I guess.” “Well,” “maybe by telling me your hobbies or even your last name I could maybe try and find at least one of your relatives for you to go to when the Judge is done with you” bursting out a belching laugh.
“Well, I don’t really have a lot of hobbies other than running, climbing, and skiing. I really like being athletic if that helps.” “I have to admit with me and my family we are totally opposites; they like everything outdoors, and I hate just walking from outside one building to another.” Teresa admitted. “Okay never mind then.” I said. “Oh, and my last name is Nelson if that helps.” “Did your parents tell anybody when you were born.” “Ah, yes actually they left my birthday with my first orphanage. I think it was like November thirteenth.” “Ah, well then happy be-laded birthday.” she said. “Thank you.” After that it was pretty much a blur with simple open-ended questions. I looked down at my fossil watch which I got for my golden birthday from my last orphanage, and saw we had been talking me, which I hate doing for about almost over two hours.
“Well, I will paste this in the paper and see if anyone claims you and if not looks like you can do what ever you want to do; adoption, run, anything you want we can probably arrange. Okay? And very nice meeting you” Teresa said. “You too” I replied. “See you soon in a few days.” and with that she stood up and walked out. “Wait what?” But it was too late she was already gone as if she disappeared into thin air.
“You ready?” and office asked. “What? Oh, ah yeah sure.” “Turn around then will you” he asked? “I will be taking you to your new “home” for the next few days okay?” putting as much exageration into the word home as possible. When I arrived at my new “home” I realized that it was already being occupied. A dark chestnut colored man with intense tattoos which I do not even want to know what they are, looks at me as if he wants to strangle me any second, and in my mind I know that that is possible.
The room wasn’t much, just like the other one I was just interrogated in. Same barred windows, tan walls. The only thing that was different was that there was blood, old dried blood and graffiti covered the walls, every last one of them.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here.” the man asked. “Nothing” I said. “Hey,” he yelled. “Show some respect.” Without even knowing it “Whatever” slipped from my mouth. The next thing I knew the man got up from his corner and started to stride toward me, his hands balled into fist.
“No one says “whatever” to Jason DiCaprio.” screamed Jason. The next thing I know he’s throwing punch after punch into my neck, gut, face, and some other places I don’t even want to mention.
After about the ninth punch to the gut the cops finally got to opening my door and prying Jason’s hands off from around my throat.
The second someone tasered Jason this grip immediately released on me. “Okay” said one cop. “We are going to make sure that you two never see each other again.” pointing fingers at both of us. “Sounds amazing.” I said through gasps of breath, but each time taking in what felt like less each time I did.
As soon as I was healed they took me to another part of the prison. The thing about this one was that it all looked the exact same and how it would be pretty hard to escape if you were brand new to this place and sadly I was.
“You will be staying in this room from now on, the shower and bathroom is just down the hall, put these on in after there.” pointing his finger in a direction. “And I think this is it. Feel free to walk around but don’t harass any of the other prisoners. Okay?” “Sounds good to me.” I said.
Ten minutes later, I went to go to the shower. I was curious about what it was like considering I have always been running and never that I know of, have showered in my life. I was surprised that other male prisoners were in the shower too. Then I realize that the only people that I had seen here were males so this must be an all man prison. Even that couldn’t faze the fact that I really wanted to try and see what it is like.
One word. Amazing. That is what it felt like. Almost as if I was standing inside a room and had a warm summer rain falling all over my body. And trust me, I’ve done that before, plenty of times. After about twenty minutes in the shower I finally got over the nice amazing feeling and got dressed in the world’s most hideous baggy jumpsuit ever with red blood stains with the slight scent of cigar on it. I thought to myself that some fashion designers would rather die than even look at this.
I finally eventually made my way back to my room after about five minutes with all of the stange passageways. Everything after that was just a complete blur to me, the days. The only thing that stood out to me was the food and the amazing showers.
The food again almost high class compared to what I had to endure through out my past. Anything you could possible imagine. Everything from pasta to pizza to chesecake to chocolate chip cookies.
After five days in prison my shoulders weren’t too bad, only I was just starting to get tired of everything. Right after I had dinner on a Saturday night, instead of doing my usual shower I decided to just go get into my cot. There, there it sat. The newspaper. Right on the foot of my bed. I slowly walked to it, wondering if my life was really about to change for good.
Lies. That’s what the entire piece of paper was. Lies. And apparently my only remaining relative that is living is uncle, Alan Nelson the famous actor. (Or at least that’s what I thought he was.) With another unexpected surprise, I was crying and whyinging that I didn’t have anyone to go to. Even if he was a famous uncle; I was not going to go live with a guy I didn’t even know, no matter what happened. And in fact I was perfectly fine with being an orphan and being homeless, it didn’t even come close to bringing me down.
Eight days, eight days I’ve been in this prison and today is the day. The day I am supposed to have the Judge decide if I should be guilty or not. One of the Cops on day seven, took me to one Men’s Warehouse to try on some suits and get me some decient cloths for when I depart. And what was even nicer he payed for it on his own card. Only one thing bothered me, he was doing this so I could have something to have once the Judge dismissed me. But the parts I really hated was first he had to keep a close eye so that if anything happened he could leap into action. And second I had to try on clothing after clothing. So after about three hours, we were finally done and we had seven pairs of boxers, nine pairs of jeans, four t-shirts, three sweatshirts, two pairs of socks, and some dark blue Rebok shoes.
On the day of the Judging I was woken up at five in the morning by an old friend. “Hey Jesse.” I said. “Well isn’t it sleeping Beauty” Jesse said sarcastically. “Wake up. “Oh and don’t be surprised if you get in more trouble than you thought because last night about ten gangs, at least twenty in each one. Well? Lets just say that they tried a stunt similar to yours. Ten died the rest were arrested. Okay?” he whispered, like nothing had just happened. I could not even believe what I was hearing. “I caused all of those deaths.” “What no you didn’t cause them, you influenced them to do it.” “What the heck is the difference, if there even is one.” I asked dumb founded.
“Well what are you standing there for” Jesse asked. “Go get dressed in your suit.” As he watched me get dressed he told me to behave, respect the Judge’s decision, how to say everything and what to say. “Remind me what time this is?” I asked as Jesse helped me with my tie. “Ten o’clock.” Jesse replied. “Then why did you wake me up at five.” looking down at my watch. Because we want you to be “acceptable”. saying the word as if it discussed him.
“I’m be watching you so that if anything happens someone will be right there. I’ll also be seeing you off until the very last second. Oh! And finally what is your favorite place to eat out?” Jesse asked.
I looked at him as if he was crazy. “You need to know where I came from. I have never eaten anything from a restaurant. Ever!” I said. A little taken aback Jesse said “Well than I have to take you to… in my opinion the best place ever to eat.” “And that is…” I asked after a moment of silence. “McDonalds.” he simply said.
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