Rehabilitation

6

I walked home that evening. I felt like crying the whole way. I just walked in silence, I didn't even bother to get my headphones out.

It was a short walk and I was so glad to be home. It was nights like this I was glad my flaky roommate was hardly ever here. She still payed rent and everything but I didn't have to put up with her annoying habits. Which was great for right now because after what had happened today, I didn't want to speak to anyone.

I'd lived alone from a very young age. Ever since my dad died and my mum fucked off to who knows where. After my dad died I moved in with my grandparents and they looked after me for a few years. They were nice and treated me well but I never felt like family, I always felt like I was guest. It never felt like my home.

So when I turned sixteen I got a job and started working until by the time I was 18 I had enough money to buy my own place. I'd been in this flat for two years now and my life was going great until I got arrested and ended up with 200 hours community service. It was only getting worse now I was involved in a murder. A murder I didn't even commit.

Maybe we should have called the police, if we get caught now we are going down. But Kelly was right I suppose, they would never have believed a group of young offenders.