A Girl, a Stranger, her Dog, and the Police (Part 1)

It was a blistering hot summer day in Phoenix, Arizona. I went to the gas station to get a large drink and some cigarillos, I was on top of the world. My thoughts were coming fast and I was bubbling with joy. I had a little cash on me, and my pug, Wyatt. When I came out of the store a man approached me asking if I could help him out, he had just gotten released from jail and had no money, nothing, just the clothes on his back. I gave him $50 and I offered to give him a ride to wherever he needed to go.

I found out his name was Raven and he asked if I could take him to a park in Central Phoenix to meet his cousins. We headed toward the park he needed to go to- me, Raven, and Wyatt my pug. As we were driving I believed my ex-boyfriend was telepathically communicating with me and he was giving me directions to his house.

I spotted a quaint house in an older suburban community and I knew this was where Mark was. I pulled up, rang the doorbell. No answer. I rang again. Still no answer. There was a German Shepherd behind the chain link fence going nuts from me ringing the bell. I went back to my car. I was sure he was there and I needed to see him. I began honking my horn, over and over. Raven must have thought I was nuts, funny because I was.

Soon a man came over and began yelling at me asking me if I knew who lived there. Of course I did, Mark lived in this quaint little house and he wants to see me. The man said an elderly woman named Edith lived there and I scared the life out of her. He said you need to leave before I call the police.

So me, Raven, and Wyatt the pug went along our merry way. We headed toward the park Raven wanted to go to. Raven said wait here I’ll be back in a little bit. While waiting Wyatt and I got out of the car and sat in the grass. I began hearing church bells and I knew this meant it was the end of the world and I needed to judge people because I also believed I was Jesus.

I began yelling at people walking down the street. I remember yelling, I know what you did to those kids you’re going straight to hell, you’re a rapist and you’re going to hell! While I didn’t approach these people I was yelling at the top of my lungs. Soon the police came. They got out of the car and began asking me questions. I wouldn’t answer them until they asked what was in my Fry’s plastic bag. I believed I had something important in there and when they reached for it I pulled it close to me. All that was in there was an empty soda can and cigarillos. When I pulled it close to me the cop threw me up against the police car, cuffed me, and put me in his car.

I didn’t know what was going on, I was in a full delusional, paranoid, psychosis. Another police car showed up. It was a female officer. They had my dog and the female officer was oohing and ahhing over Wyatt as well as taking pictures of him. One of the officers came in the car, they said they were taking me somewhere, I didn’t comprehend where they were taking me, I was zoning out, lost somewhere in the recess of my mind.

They took me to jail and put me and my dog in a cell. I was confused, I didn’t understand what was going on. I was scared. Soon my father-in-law and husband came to the jail to get Wyatt. They tried talking to me but I thought they wanted to hurt me, were against me, were going to hurt me so I didn’t say a word. They left, without me.

Soon a women took me out of the cell and began taking pictures of my tattoos, I was humiliated and still very confused. When she was done an officer brought me out to a white van and put me in it, 4 men got in the back of the van with me. I had no idea why we were in this van or where I was going but I would soon find out……..to be continued