Chapter Eight

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Today's Date: September 17, 2011

Dear Jounral,

Bryan called me and asked me to meet him at the park in my hometown. I agreed even though it was very risky due to me being a "wanted" guy. I pulled up to the park around 7:30 PM and waited until I seen Bryan's blue two door Honda pull up. I instantly get out, happy as ever to be seeing my best friend again. The look on his face when he stepped out of the car wasn't very friendly. It looked as if there was more than he was letting on. He finally came to the bench where I was sitting on and sat down looking at me with disgust in his eyes. He tells me that he was pissed at me because of what I did and just being a real bitch to me. Everything in my life is already a disaster and now I got Bryan pissed at me. I continue to listen to the bitching for a few more minutes before I piped in with my side of things. I explained myself from the bottom of my heart, I even told him about the gas station situation. It just slipped out; I got mad at myself for telling him that but he's my best friend and I needed someone to vent too. All the disgust in his eyes vanished to hatred when he took in what I said. I told him where I was going to be staying tonight, if he wanted to drop by and chill with me. I said my farewells and got back in my car and headed towards the hotel. When I pulled up to the hotel at 8:50, I just sat in my car; listening to the voices in my head ramble around. Torturing me by the second until I couldn't take anymore. I bursted out into a loud scream and my fist hit the steering wheel. I scream: "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" I take a long deep breath and walk into my room. Looking at myself in the mirror was one thing but bursting out into a hysterical laugh was another. I hear a knock on my door and I peep out the window and see Bryan standing there. I unlocked the door and the chain and told him to hurry up and come in. He sits down in silence for a moment and looks at me and says: "Why did you do it, Vince?" I started laughing and said: "I don't know.. It gave me a rush like I've never had before!" He calls me pyscho and says it's all over now. As soon as he said that, the cops bursted in and took me away. I tried and tried to wrestle out of their hands but all that got me was tazered! I gave up; for once, I finally just gave up. I can't believe my best friend would do this to me. How could he do this to me? I trusted him with everything and all he could do was betray me at my weakest point in life. Those pigs instantly charged me because they heard the whole conversation. Apparently, Bryan was wearing a wire to set me up! Now, I'm in this cell again listening to that metal door click shut over and over again. I need some sleep.. I'll try and write soon.

Until Next Time,

Vince.

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