Academy Murders: If She Wanted
Kim prepares herself.
From her perspective, Kim could keep her mind focused on the trial. What she focused on most was her ability to keep positive. No depression or anything haunted her. It could’ve, but it didn’t. She kept her ideas swirling in her brain. What she knew was to complete in her mind a checklist.
It was a checklist of mental exercises to keep her sharp. Once she had figured the ten points of what she had to do, she knew that she could get through this entire ordeal:
She had to keep her physique in order. The food in the mess hall helped with this. She ate only protein and low fat low carb entrees. No buns for the burgers and all green vegetables.
She had to exercise. She used her rack as her exercise equipment. She did push ups against it and pull ups, too. On the floor she completed leg lifts. Sweat poured from her pores.
She had to keep in mental fitness. Her checks with her memory allowed her to keep on tooling with her memory. It was something she had learned in the Marines. To know her senses and her sensory awareness, that justified her movements.
She had to become the only legal mind in that cell. Meaning, without her lawyer she had to rely on her expertise as a cop within the law system.
When she did meet up with her lawyer, she had to be on the same plateau and never slide off of it.
She had to agree to the fact that she would be placed ahead of other inmates. They silently despised her even though she had no access to them. Her meals were all in her cell. But that didn’t stop the calls for the cop to be disciplined more severely than the others.
She had to be ready for whatever ruling would be handed down to her. In her mind, she knew the truth but she couldn’t just proclaim her innocence and walk out of the courtroom with fireworks going up. For all the ways that she could be not guilty in her thoughts, she still had to rely on her mentality to be the guiding force.
She had to keep going with the literature that she had found at the library in the prison. Goro provided her with two books a week. Kim kept her mind occupied with these works to ascend to the levels of at least someone who could show her knowledge of legal proceedings. She felt it was her need to keep up with her attorney and to try to know more than she ever could before this time in her life.
She had to bring her own verve and know-how in order to be efficient in her consideration of the way she would view her own life.
She had to keep in contact with Yawquisha. With her purple letters and her spirit which sprang of the page and danced in her mind, she knew that she had to keep going with this young woman who was fighting her case while racking up views on a daily basis.
All of this came with a giant “IF.” She had to do all of this if she wanted to fit psychologically and physically. She had to do all of this if there was a fighting chance for her to remain far away from a jail cell. All of the ways that she had to be resilient if she wanted to still keep some shreds of credibility as an officer of the law. In her mind, she felt her career had been shut down but that Yawquisha would reinvent her as a host of a show about finding justice. That was only after an acquittal….
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