Chapter 3 (Into The Nothing)

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MeanWhile in Angel's holding cell...

"I can't believe I took the blame for it" Angel thought.

The cell was dark and moist. The air was hard to breathe and it was cramped.

All I could do is ta  p a toothbrush to the sink and thats the closest I got to music.

"He's going to pay for this, but, then again, he saved my life...I dont know what else to do" I continued to think

Suddenly I hear a voice.

"Hey, hey kid" 

I turned my head, to look everywhere, I could not find anyone. Where was the voice coming from?

"Kid, put your head to the wall" 

I followed the strange voice towards the wall.

"Who are you?" I replied

"For now, I'm no one, at the moment, Im just looking for someone to talk to.

I calmly sat down next to the wall. 

"Why are you here?" He asked. "You sound like a little boy"

"That's because I'm eleven." I said.

I could hear the man gasp at that amazing fact.

"What the fuck are you doing in the murder division?" He asked

"I was framed, now i'm going to Death's Row, what are you here for?" I asked

"Dont worry about that kid, stick to your Sesame Street and Hot Wheels."

I quietly walked back to my bed and laid down, as I wondered. "Will I ever get out of here?"

Suddenly, a large man, who I assumed was the guard began to walk towards myself. He took a detour to the man next to me's cell.

"Get out!, We're taking you the Death's Row."

As he passed by, I had a glimpse of the man's face. I stared as time seemed to flow slower then usual.

After the glimpse, I turned uncomfortably in my bed and fell to sleep...

Early in the morning the next day at my house..

 Im on my computer, at 3 am. Thomas is asleep. Im trying to find

out the penalty for murder. Horror fills my screen

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