Séamus a entendu la voix de Maceo et a arrêté de gratter, regardant son compagnon de cellule.
C'est ton ami!
Tout le monde est dehors pour vous avoir! Même lui!
Séamus a réussi à murmurer quelques mots, "H-hi. Oui, j'ai besoin de mes pilules." Il a dit à Maceo : "Je ne les ai pas eus depuis deux semaines, je ne sais pas si les gardes les auraient."
Tu ne veux pas te débarrasser de nous, n'est-ce pas?C'est quoi, ça?
S'il vous plaît, ne nous faites pas partir!
First Name:
Katrina
Last Name:
Bélanger
Gender:
Female
Date of Birth:
12/28/1989
Place of Birth:
Chicago, Illinois
Nationality:
French-American
Gang Affiliations:
Conviction:
Drug trafficking/distribution
Sentence:
Seven years
Parole:
Possibility of parole in five years
History:
Katrina never had a happy life, but who really does? Much of her childhood was a blur to her, something she wanted nothing more than to repress, it isn't likely to hear anything about it from her. Katrina was born six weeks early to a drug dealing father and a drug addicted mother. The environment wasn't a pleasant one, her father constantly losing his patience with her mother and her addiction, and subsequently physically abusing her to the point of near crippling. Some nights Katrina couldn't even sleep listening to their fights, and when she could she suffered from intense sleep terror disorder.
She started school late, but it wasn't too hard for her to catch up. She enjoyed the structure and security that school provided her despite not making very many friends because of anxiety and shyness. A good student, and generally well behaved she kept to herself and most the kids didn't even seem to notice she was there. When middle school came around, things changed though. Looks and clothing became more important than grades, and who was "cool" and "uncool" became clear. Katrina landed in the "uncool" category. Kids began to pick on her and tease, and she slowly began to spiral into a quiet depression, disconnecting from her surroundings and just "existing" instead of living. As her grades dropped, her father's anger towards her grew. He became even more short tempered with her and started to verbally abuse her for things going wrong in both his, her mother's and her life.
Middle school passed and then came high school, and Katrina discovered the secret to being "popular" in her Chicago public school. Drugs. Kids didn't care what it was as long as you had it, and she had plenty at home. She began selling whatever she could scrap from her father's business, whether it was pills or marijuana, even cocaine and ecstasy. Her grades completely plummeted and she got calls home for cutting school, getting into fights and disrespecting anyone from teachers to the principal. The abuse soon turned from verbal to physical, quickly escalating into nasty bruises and cuts to cigar burns from her father whenever he wanted to be particularly nasty. She shut down from the world and grew cynical, gradually beginning to hate the oblivious people around her like the teachers and the ones who knew and didn't care like her mother. Around this time she started to develop depersonalization/derealization disorder symptoms which would soon became a full blown mental illness.
Senior year came, except Katrina didn't get to graduate. She had picked up some of the slack and despite still being a problem child she worked on her grades whenever she could. The teachers, although despising her blatant attitude problem and disregard for authority, encouraged her to at least do the bare minimum to get out of high school. But that's when things fell apart. An anonymous tip to the school from someone who was less than satisfied with her product led to a search of her locker, her bag, and her person. Still a minor, they decided not to charge her but she was expelled from school.
Her father was beyond furious with her, and she herself even agreed with his anger despite the hypocrisy of it. He beat her, and beat her, and beat her. Eventually, Katrina disconnected from reality and sat and took it. The pain no longer registered in her head as pain even though she knew it was there. It was several days before Katrina even left the room afterwards, in a foggy daze from it. The only thought process she had was get cleaned up, and leave. It wasn't long before she was gone, the only one to witness her leave was her mother who was too busy getting through her next high to really notice.
Several months later Katrina found herself in almost the same position as before. A friend had coaxed her back into the drug business, after all she wasn't going back back to school so what was the problem? That escalated into a drug ring, Katrina climbing each rung of the ladder up to the next level. She went from Katrina Bélanger to Kitty Cocaine, an inside joke she'd had with a friend that eventually stuck, making it all seem even more of a game to her.
It wasn't long before "Kitty" found herself face to face with the mastermind behind the whole business. He offered her the option of going from petty street deals to something bigger, much bigger, trafficking the product from point a to point b in the big league. It was like leveling up in her head and she took it in a heart beat.
Eventually, Katrina found herself romantically involved with the man. What started off as a petty crushed began to evolve into something more. She considered them the "dynamic duo" and was happy to do whatever he pleased.
Fast forward, everything comes crashing down once again. A slip up here, slip up there, another trafficker gets busted. The relationship takes a sour note as he begins taking his frustrations out on her both verbally and physically. Katrina can't believe she's ended up in the same mess as her mother did once upon a time and turns to drugs to numb the pain. Ironically, Kitty Cocaine is addicted to the same thing that got her where she was, and over the years develops PTSD.
A year later, and her story takes a different turn. She's the one busted now, again. It was supposed to be a simple pick up and drop off but had actually been a sting operation, tipped off by someone else in the ring.
Falling back into depression, Katrina doesn't bother fighting in court. Sentenced to seven years with a chance of parole in five.