"Peaches. Wake up." I open my eyes. "Mom..."
"Hey sweetie. Are you hungry?"
"I guess. I imagined what happened right?"
"Mh. You imagined it." She kissed my forehead. "It never happened." I closed my eyes as she rubbed my head. "You promise?"
"I promise."
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I'm pretty sure it's the next day. I've slept a lot. I get out of bed. I walk out of my room. "Mom?" I look on the floor. "Yes sweetie?"
"I'm hungry."
"Okay well come down and I'll make you something."
"Okay." We went down and I sat at the bar. "I didn't go to school today."
"No, I wanted you to be home instead. You can go tomorrow."
"Okay." It was quiet. "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Did it really happen?"
"Is that her? She looks just like I imagined. She's perfect for- I mean. She's beautiful." He got closer to me. "Get away from her you creep."
"What are you talking about sweetie?"
"You know..."
"You're perfect. I need you to come home with-."
"Forget Peaches."
The next thing I know there was a gunshot and blood.
"You killed my dad."
"Peaches he was gonna hurt you."
"I didn't even know him."
"Forget Peaches!"
"You killed my dad!"
"Peaches!" She pushed everything off the counter. Fredrick came down. "What's going on down here?"
"She didn't forget Fredrick!"
"Forget what? What are you talking about?"
"She killed my dad!"
"Peaches go upstairs."
"Why?"
"Now!" I go upstairs.
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I wake up. Where am I? I look around. Am I in a padded room? There's someone else in here. I can't move my arms. They might still be out. They started moving around. "Hello?" They looked at me. "Mom?"
"Sweetie oh my God. I'm so sorry I got you in this. I just want to be a good mom."
"I know." The door opened. "Hey guys. I hope you guys are feeling better." She came to me and unwrapped my arms. Then she went to my mom. "Okay come with me." We got up and followed her to a room with chairs and a table. "You sit here." There were police. "We're not saying anything until there's a lawyer present."
"We just need you to make a decision. You won't be going to jail."
"But there's police."
"They're just here for safety. Okay. Madison, you already admitted to murder of about four people, is that right?'
"Yes.." Four?
"Your daughter is innocent. She might've been there when you killed the victim but she's still innocent."
"I know she is."
"You have two years in here Madison, but if your daughter stays, you have seven months."
"Why would my daughter stay if she's innocent?"
"She was there."
"Let her go please."
"Okay. Shanice you're allowed to call someone to pick you up." I look at my mom. "You have to go home sweetheart."
"I don't want to leave you mom.."
"You have to. I won't let you miss out on your life, seven months is too long for you. You'll be seventeen in here I don't want that."
"Okay."
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It's been a few days. I don't really feel that well anymore. Fredrick works constantly so I never see him. I'm always home alone. I'm alone and I always will be. My friends found out. They want nothing to do with me. I need to talk to someone though. I guess I know what depression feels like. I look on my phone. Yvonne. I think they're my friends still. I call her. "Hey."
"Hey. Are you busy?"
"No."
"Are we still friends?"
"Why wouldn't we be?"
"I just... i just lost other friends when they heard about my mom and I going to the asylum."
"Well they're fucked up. We ain't been friends for long but we know you not crazy. I don't know nothing about your mom so I really can't judge."
"They didn't either."
"So you wanna hang out?"
"Yeah, I don't really feel that good. I'm alone a lot."
"I'll come pick you up. Give me twenty minutes. Maybe pack a bag or something."
"Okay."
"Terrell and Derrick is here. We miss you, you're like part of our group now "
"Really?"
"Mh. We feel weird without you which is crazy. We haven't smoked since you been gone."
"Wow. I don't think I should smoke right now. I have horrible PTSD."
"That's fine. We won't smoke around you then."
"Okay."
