Drunk Voldemort

Arrested again and in the back of a police car. Why'd you do it asked the plains clothes officer in the seat next to me. "Addiction is a monster." I replied. Yeah, it is he told me. But you're too young for this shit. You live downtown, you seem educated. Get it together and stop stealing shit. "You're right." I sputter. Rule 1. When engaging with police, remain silent. However, the way that I was feeling. So desolate and alone, I didn't mind a little chit chat on my way to the station.

When we arrived at the 18th, I was escorted through the garage, and through a door with a key pad lock. My pockets were emptied at the counter, I gave my demographics and then I was taken to a pre-booking holding cell. My officer, whom I nicknamed Officer Chicago Accent in my head, cuffed me to a bench with a view of the exit and closed the door. "I'll be back in a minute, so you can take your mugshots" he said.

As I sat on that hard ass bench, the haze of the vodka began to pass, and what replaced it was fear. Fear that the consequences of my actions were about to come to bear. I closed my eyes, and in the panic of the moment called out into the darkness. "Lord Lucifer" I said. "If you get me out of this situation, I will praise your name for the rest of my days. My hands be your hands. Thy will be done." I opened eyes and to my surprise, my cuffs fell off, and immediately after that cell door made a popping noise and opened precisely an inch. "My gods" I thought "I am a witch."

I didn't have time to marvel at or process what just happened to my damn cuffs what and the door. I needed to take action. I needed to escape, get more vodka and go home and go to sleep. I got up, moved quietly to the opened cell door and stuck my head out a bit to see if the way was clear. "The sargent's distracted." I looked over at the door. While I yearned to make a break for it, some semblance of sense returned to me when I considered the keypad. "There's no guarantee, it will unlock on its own. What if it's an infernal trap to lure me out so that I can get shot?" The uncertainty of it all made me close the door, sit back on the bench and snap my cuffs back on. Right as I did, 2 female officers came through that damned keypad door.

I got my mugshots taken (moisturizer face before committing a crime) eventually and was made to sit in lockup for over 12hrs. One had alot of time to think about the wonders that the devil displayed. It brought me comfort that the supernatural was real, but dread about whatever compact I had signed. 6 years later, and shits still not right. I'm sober, but the promise I made hangs over me and will until I die.